I have my feet on the ground,
but my head is in the clouds
and my mind is in the gutter.

And somewhere there is someone that can dispel this fog,
that can tether me to this earth,
or drag me from gravity’s sway.

Somewhere there is someone
whose skepticism melts the fog away
and whose arms are warm and optional.

I have my head in the clouds,
and my eyelashes are collecting ice crystals
while my ears fill with rushing wind.

I have my head in the clouds.
I have my mind in the gutter.
I have my feet on the ground,

and my bare toes are scuffed and cold.
My thoughts churn,
and my ears burn.

But you know,
there is someone.