Off the Ground

Bright white sky Dark grey street Way far off Sight lines meet Out my mind Both my feet Flying off the ground Flying off the ground Tall black church Humble priest Pulls me down Checks the beast Chaining down What's released Mind is far from sound Flying off the ground Can you help? Hear my cry Still I sin... And still I die (He said) "I can help (But first) tell me why (You are) Flying off the ground Flying off the ground" Don't know why... Seems carnal Deep inside Against my will By the time I realize my ill Head is unsound Flying off the ground Mad my mind no understanding Force myself to stick the landing Comprehend the thing that flang me Flying from the ground Mad my soul is tired of hurting Away from lust always converting The struggle always disconcerting Flying off the ground