You feel the pull, but you don’t fall, You ride the curve—no floor at all. Not held down, just trapped in motion, Spun around a sea of blackened ocean. You were told, "It keeps you safe," But down is just a lie we chase. There’s no up, no anchor, no tether— Just slipping through the void forever. Gravity is a lie—just a bruise on time. A trick of space, a phantom crime. We’re falling sideways ‘round a star, Thinking we’re still, but we’ve gone too far. No ground beneath, no truth to find— Just warped illusion in your mind. The apple never fell at all, It followed space, bent by the thrall. Einstein whispered, Newton cried— The rules were wrong, the math had lied. Your body aches from phantom chains, Tugged by mass and twisted planes. You cling to Earth like it’s a home, But it's a ship, adrift, alone. We are not planted. We are not bound. We are caught. Falling in all directions. Forever. And we call that peace? Gravity is a lie—no roots, no stone. We’re ghosts in flesh, flung and thrown. Don’t look down, look through the veil— The truth is warped, the light is frail. And still we fall, like we belong— Whispering to ourselves, "Nothing’s wrong." Drift on, sleeper… You're not held. You're just… falling.
