As i fall i ponder where i will land.
perhaps i'm not really falling, but actually drifting.
Is there a chance that the place i land is the place i was once from?
Will i find an alternate reality at the end of my journey,
one where all live in harmony?
As i fall i ponder where if i ever will land.
well at least for now i'm not stuck confined to the ground.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem