Distraction

I lay my head on pillows of dust
and rest my feet on beds of stone
My room is made of steel
And my body sits on air
The substance in my hand
I've never seen before
But for some reason
I'm still floasting here

I'm sitting on my bed of air
and watching feathers fly around
the birds are gone
I never saw them
but these feathers,
they still fall

But now I've told you why I'm here
Look and you will see
There's absolutely nothing under me
So when I look
I get scared
start searching for the birds again
and hoping I won't fall