Gravity
Is
My
Friend.
If
I go
Up,
I’m
Sure
To
Come
Down
Again.
Some
Genius
Worked
It
Out
Just
Right,
To
Keep
Me
From
Drifting
Out
Of
Sight,
Especially
At
Night.
Invisible
Roots
Hold
Me
To
The
Ground,
And
All
Day
Long,
Follow
Me
Around.
When
I sleep,
The
Tendrils
Sink
Deep,
And
Anchor
Me
To
Drowsy
Reality.