Diluted Hope. Poem by Christopher Holmberg

A pedal falls..into the emptyness of a world full of power and material.
Blown away by his brother in crime, propelling further into the beautiful amazon of space.
Despite his need for life he continues to soar aimlessly on a path set by his carrier.
Each shift in motion, feeling ever so faint, he enters new boundries; new beginnings to an end he cannot predict.
As the whistle blows it's as if time stands still, selfishly examining his surroundings, adjusting to this new environment he has searched for all these years.
Only then does he realize, 'maybe things aren't so great'.
'Perhaps I was dreaming an insufficient life'.
The fierce gust is identified quickly and he is driven to an open section of deliberation.
The ideal habitat for a pedal.
Although..
Now living in an empty bottle, soon to be capped off for production,
He drowns in his own belief of a perfect world.
A pedal falls once again.
through the eyes of a pedal

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