I landed head first 

An ostrich can hide himself 

In mountains of snow 

A winter comet

Burns low in the Eastern sky

There is so much space 

I found an escape 

Although only in my mind 

I grow wild and free

Put me in a box

Seal it up with packing tape

Send me to the moon

Knots in my stomach 

Fingers tremble and curl up

As the autumn leaves 

Carried off away 

By slowly rising wood smoke

To just disappear