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...In Freefall
...surrounded by worlds
which hurtle past, so fast
it steals your breath
and leaves you cold...
your life
suspended by threads
the moments apprehension
exploding in your face
then fades, almost...
as soon as it
unfolds
and the thrill
of living on the edge
makes it feel
you are going...
faster than life
but from where you are
you can see
on and on
almost forever
the sensation is...
so amazing,
the expectations
bear such a piteous shadow
of the exhilaration
that you feel
you satisfy yourself, knowing
this is real
and justify your zeal
with exaltation
at a loss
when it comes to explanations
just how it feels
so you let it suffice to say
...GREAT!
the sensation
of exuberance
beyond the fantasy
to remain aloft...
it seems as if
...almost...
indefinitely
floating
effortlessly
and
never, so much
as a worry
you will ever
touch the ground
flying high
you
can hardly
keep it all together
like the steady
stream
of fleeting images
of moments
coming seemingly
without end...
as you struggle to keep
yourself, in check...
you make
incidental friendships
in effort to connect...
the now,
from the jet lag
...in your conscious mind...
of the world
of what
you've
left behind
...gone as if
the trail of memories
falling away ... swiftly
as your velocity seems to increase
more with each successive
heartbeat...
as images
which
play within your mind
have come and gone...
almost, at will...
faster than
the time it took
to recognize
their presence
they moved on by...
like a shooting stars
to flash and pass ...into the night
just as soon, becoming
lost from sight
almost
an afterthought
as you look back at your life...
but the momentum
pulls you, right back in
and in the thoughts
just as...
you find yourself
...you're lost again...
when at first
glance
your reactions
were right in line
with where you were
soon you begin
to realize...
the unparalleled thrill
of flying high
and fast
it no longer
seems to matter
whether, you will last...
just that, at this moment
that you're looking up
into the stars
and reaching for
the heavens
with your eyes
compared to
what you
have forever known
as the everyday
...grind
losing your
mind
while running
blind
so even though
your feet
don't touch
the ground...
you feel comfortable
because,
you're flying high
everything
flies past, so fast
even
your perspective
becomes lost
in another
until, you realize
'that...
you're out of gas...
and down, you go...
surrounded, by people
who are
already grounded,
so they
don't need
to look down
at the things
you do...
to have
seen countless others,
losing all
and getting burned...
wondering,
to themselves
have they lost
their minds...
when will they never learn
still,
as inconceivable
as it may seem
to those lost in the dream
those, who're left behind...
don't wine and dine
they stay and pay
when
there's no time
to play...
they
have realized
the answer is to
keep time, relative to
the road they're on
they see the sky
for what it is...
a place to
dream...
except to apply to
a destination...
not, merely
an alternative
to what you perceive
as a mundane set
of compromises
...to get to
the place
you really want
to be
And those, who love you
stand aghast... as you have failed
to realize the height
...of your danger
even though,
you might
defend your choice
in anger...
although,
deep inside
you are aware
and tremble
even as you dare
to continue...
locked in a state of denial
...blinded, in self deceit,
even though
you're scared
holding on
as if you fail
to see
you've been
compromising
your ability
to
maintain stability
your friends...
are so
concerned,
about saving
your life
they
might even
fool themselves,
to persist in the belief
you will soon
come
to
and pull
the ripcord
of your senses
as you abandon
the pretences
and awaken
to the reality
before,
its just too late
to save your
soul
and the
complete set
of your body
and mind
become splattered
lifeless...
nailed into
...the ground
to end the sad story
...this was the one
where what you think
is about having fun
when you're in...
...in freefall
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