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THE GROUNDED BLUES (OR HOW I WAS DELUDED BY GRAVITY)
by Selia Qynn, 1/3&4/92 (somewhere between pm and am but too dark to be really sure)

I was that girl in grade school who was never really there.
Lulled to sleep by decimals because I did not care...
If I ever multiplied a fraction. Why would I want to try?
There were too many already it seemed to me, so I just watched the sky.

My astrology doctor told me I had no earth to be found.
And grounding could be a problem. Man, that really brought me down!
'Cause I even have this 'Crystal Earth' - it's like jello in a cup.
So my plants don't have to sit in dirt, and the cats won't dig them up.

I thought it was ingenious. You know, like really, really smart.
Come to find out its just because I have this missing part.

What can I do? What can I say? It seems to be alright.
I'm grounded just enough to keep from up and taking flight.

But, I love our precious Mother Earth so please don't get me wrong.
If she decides to wean us, well, I know we could not carry on.
So, maybe in some future life, I'll try to be a tree.
And still hang out in space growing hydroponically.

Or, maybe I could be a cumulus and float around all day,
Turning into funny shapes when the kids come out to play.
And maybe some other little girl who's staring up a me
Won't learn her fractions either 'cause she wants to be like me.

Maybe its a dream, but dreams are made of thoughts like these.
Reality is only something everybody sees.
And if I were a magician, baby, I would say some magic words.
And bring peace on earth by turning everybody into birds.

What can I do? What can I say? It seems to be alright.
I'm grounded just enough to keep from up and taking flight.