Day Dreaming Is Real

So, there is this very long string threaded through countless wooden beads of various bright colors. This super long string is situated way above the clouds and stretches into oblivion and that's where I want to go ... oblivion, my supreme mission. So, excitedly, I jump on a vivid green one, hands splayed, jumping from colorful bead to bead, but I must be quick, not because of time mind you, but because each bead will spin under the balls of my feet and I could lose my balance. But listen up, this is no tightrope antics, caper, romp, or skylarking, this is a mission of suspense and mystery, and there is no safety net! If and when I lose my balance I will fall and fall forever, riding the ripples of space.