Away

I am away. Noun. But not a place, a thing.

Away is me. When I drift, I become away and I float above the air.

But not above the clouds, just above the people so fair

And I breathe a different kind of breath, a kind that no one can see

No matter how cold, my breath is invisible as long as I am free.

And I see, but no one else does see me, because I float high above their eyes

And they think that I fly, but really I just die to world that's surrounding me

And away is how I describe this journey that I take every now and then

When I slip on my headphones and die to the world and that's when the breathing begins

The breathing of breaths that you can no longer see

And the living of life that is beautiful and free

As I become away and leave my worries from today.

I am away.