For every up I find,
every time I try to spot the top
of this shit, you misdirect it.
I said, you deflect it.
You always turn the upside down.

So, this one’s for you:

If there had never been birds,
the imaginative faculty
would still have captured flight.
Trees climb the sky.
If not them then the insects,
or the water from the seas to come down again

If not wings, then legs.
Yes, destined to fall,
but blessed to jump.
Blessed to jump;
blessed to jump.
blessed to jump!