While The World Tumbles Past

It seems I've fallen...
and I'm still falling.
You can't fool me -
I know I'm perfectly still
while the world falls over
to rush past me.
Clouds don't have a sense of humour, though.
And they tend to choke me if I move too much.
Poison throws itself down my throat
and maybe too often I splutter...
But I don't mind.
Until further notice
I'm afraid I'm simply too happy
to remain perfectly still
while the world tumbles past...