Dear gravity

Upside down.
Is this world upside down?
I'm pondering that thought will stargazing.
What about you gravity is so amazing?
Am I gazing up above,
or am I gazing down below?
Where exactly are these infinite Cosmos?

And if the Earth is just a floating sphere,
and I'm just floating here,
then please gravity, just let me fall.
Let me sink into your cosmic abyss,
the dark wonders of mystery and bliss.
Please gravity, let me reminisce.

Let me remember,
the feelings of transcendence,
far beyond dependence,
of time and space.
Let me explore the dimensions,
beyond this physical place.
Let me go home.

I am more than just the sum,
of these subatomic particles,
I am not random.
I am remarkable.
You see dear gravity,
I am light.
And while my light may be so-called "trapped in this skin,"
you cannot hold down what is within.
I am what keeps this planet from freezing; what keeps us all breathing.
If there were no humans left thinking,
then dear gravity, would you even exist?
You see, you are a mere concept,
a phenomenon,
to describe what we think is going on.
A combination of made-up letters,
nothing more nothing less,
You create the illusion of separateness.
But I have discovered what's under the veil.
I am the cosmic abyss.
I am mysterious bliss.
I am infinite consciousness.
I am you,
and I am me.
I am he,
and I am she.
I am everything.
I am the beginning,
and I am the end.
I am anything but gravity's friend.