Frozen Space Country

My fingers ripple oceans on the globe. I spin across the countries, racing planes for fun. I poke around an island, probe Antarctica, and pop right into Spain. Beside the globe my country hangs. I fly into this country of a childhood where hearts don't break and time won't slip me by... Then looking down I see the yellow wood and problems. Raindrops fall and freeze my dreams and crack me. I should figure numbers, not the stars. I shake away the radiant beams, but crawling numbers sneak. They won't be caught across the page; that baffling little number town. My country floats down to the floor...and drowns.