Singing songs in my head.

If I could sit on the clouds that pass me by everyday.

I wonder what it'd be like. I do know that it'd be, technically, impossible to sit on water vapour but I could still dream, couldn't I? And I am sure each of us do wonder, and that I'm not alone. Oh, how lovely those white fluffs of water vapour look.

Would the pressure up there knock us into a silly state of near insanity? Would it lift our spirits so high that we'd go almost mad if we were to fall back down to earth? Would it wrap us into a ball of warmth and security that we would never want to break free from? Would it warm us from the bottom of our hearts and the core of our souls?

Would it be just like what your love does to me?