The Floating Man

He’s the King of the air
Just floating up there
In suspension
Crowds stop and stare
He hangs unaware
Of their attention
He’s gravity free
Though no one can see
How he hovers
He’s the lord of the sky
Birds pass him by
Without bother
Is he really held still or just falling ever so slowly?
An angel, a god, is he magic or mystic or holy?
He’s mastered the art
Of staying apart
From the masses
He’ll be floating above
Suspended in love
‘Til he crashes
Is he really held still or just falling ever so slowly?
An angel, a god, is he magic or mystic or holy?
He’s mastered the art
Of staying apart
From the masses
He’ll be floating above
Suspended in love
‘Til he crashes