up up and away

with every jump, every hop, every scuff, i dance away my troubles 

alone in the garage, in my own tiny bubble

nothing but a scrap of wood, my shoes, and a speaker 

a place where the universe isn't watching, yet where the world is my oyster 

i jump, i spread my wings, and i fly 

soaring through the sky 

but then i'm tripped by you 

and the fantasy fades