My head's a trapezoid,

Inside, it is not void

(space)

Born to thrive,

Live to die.

(space)

We lay in the midst of air,

Levitation feels rare.

And in the hole of somewhere,

How we float, do we care?

With invisible wings, we're unaware.

(space)

The soul is aerial,

No death, no burial.

(space)

My head's a blue home,

Inside, my soul roams.