Held down, stationery.
Able to walk, crawl, run or jog.
Never to fly. Never to soar.
Held down on this place called earth,
by a force keeping us here.
Gravity,
working against us.
giving this sort of weight to physical objects,
causing them to plummet.
Gravity,
wants to bring us down,
and prevent us
from soaring.
From leaving this place.

Escape, is
A daydream;
A wish, that’ll never be.
There's no departure from Garvity.
Where there's matter,
there's a forces.
Holding us to the ground.
Keeping us here.

Without Gravity,
there would be no weight on our shoulders,
no worries.
We would be up in the clouds,
leaving all of our problems behind.
Free, is what we’d be,
if only there was no gravity.