The Will

I see all around me, people drifting by, unconcerned that their feet are no longer touching the ground.
Slowly, their heads fill with hot air and they begin to rise a little higher.
They will soon float passed the clouds and into the actual stratosphere where the absence of ozone permits the sun to burn out their retinas. They weren't using them anyway.
Some of them,awakened to reality by the pain, fall back to Earth and die.
The rest of them will never know what happened, they made no shadows at all.
And I wish I had the will to save them.