Walking on air

I'm walking on air
Dancing a waltz with the north wind
A tango with the hot breath of the south wind
The world is a million miles down
Laid out in simplistic patchwork squares
Divided by silver threads
Barriers are nothing
I can just float over them on a bed of cumulous clouds
Suddenly I am realizing that the great deciever's argument of boundaries
It doesn't mean a thing.
I'm walking in the air.
And the world somehow makes more sense now.