Grounded Poem by Andrew Close

just stand on the ground
and let your soul fly into the sky
as the days go by
the sky loses its fascination
you want to come down
but your stuck in the dream
yeah, stuck in the sound
and nothing compares to the feeling
of standing on the ground

but the ground is hot
your feet burn from the fire beneath
and you lay your wreath
at the foot of the mountain of God
you scream out loud
so that all the world can hear
'Im sorry I lied'
as your flood with tears