Floating

What would it be like to float through this world,
a wisp of the wind,
a little breeze,
never staying long enough to care,
never leaving fast enough to not,
traveling but not seeing,
only blue skies, 
speaking but not hearing,
falling without the ground?

To float through this world
would be a curse and a dream,
to live without the consequences,
to survive without truly living –
a dream and a curse
floating through this world without a care.