Weightless

At times when I feel weighted down by things that seem unfair,
I dream of life in outer space, of floating light as air.
I wake up oh-so-weightless, fly with friends to school at eight.
I hover during homeroom, soar in art as I create.

I chase my lunch as it strays off and catch a bite mid-flight.
I coast in chem and sail through essays teacher makes us write.
On my way home, I freewheel on my astronautic bike.
My pug becomes a puppy kite, out on our stellar hike.

At night as I spin off to sleep, I find my mind is clear.
My heavy thoughts have drifted off into the atmosphere.
Without the pull of gravity, I float through cosmic hush,
past constellations, shooting stars, and sparkling astral dust.

I bring the feeling of free-floating back to Earth with me.
I’m ready to let worries go—I’m weightless and carefree.