Unable to fall down
I'm thinking twenty four seven
So much that it's burning upon
The air I'm falling in
I ask myself constantly
Of the origination of when I fell off
Refuting to travel with gravity
That would crash me into the earth's troughs
Why am I stuck on auto fire?
If I remember right it must be this life
I am scared to stop thinking
As once that starts waning
I feel like it would be the end of me
Even if it is digging my own hole
I keep thinking of a literal degree
That will give me a meaning to survive
So that I don't admit to the validity of queries
Inflating across my aging mindset
Not to end up like the next reality series
Selling out on a staged set
To give up my brain
And just plopped onto the gravy train
Put on a pedestal to be laughed at
Since most likely I'll do something that
Might get myself killed
Since that's where all the thrill
Is attracting most of the fans
That everyone ignores in the stands
Yes sir some people behave that way to death
Although it's not what I want on my behalf
I get told that my ideas won't make it
Yet I am pushing this parachute like a gift
From some sort of miracle maker
Thinking it into a hot air balloon
Got to find me that sky boater
Got to stop being the buffoon
So that must be why
I cannot stop the firestorm of thoughts
So that must be why
I never pretend I am not in fright
Since deep inside I am striving
To be a revolutionary fracture
A life's work to be turning
Around the downhill spiral of this feature
I had some difficulty getting it to work out, I will keep at it: D!
This is the type of poem that needs reading and re-reading I feel. I can't say I fully understand it, but I'm trying.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a really deep poem, you should be proud! :)