Analysis of Poetry

Poetry is the cloud that lifts my stomach
in the sky beside the sun
The mind rests on that puffy cloud
As thoughts elevate over my head
Like colourful butterflies
on a sunny day
The air is thin up there , but unnecessary
I am surrounded by emotions so strong to keep me up there,I thought
But no, the reality strikes again
I am falling
I am falling
Suddenly I am in my body again
This suit of flesh
that sits in an office
And it’s late
I should go
Go on living in this human world.