Free-Falling

Holding tight, not ready,
Over the rail is far.
Little ground, unsteady,
Falling towards the tar.

Weightlessness, sinking down,
Never going to stop.
In my mind, I will drown,
'Fore I spill a drop.

Falling fast, coming close,
I wish that I could fly.
Soaring up, no enclose,
Always getting by.

Up above, I should be,
Not diving to safe grounds.
It's not safe, I agree,
Floors stay and surround.

Further up, there weren't walls,
But in the dirt there are,
I can't say, why I fall,
Wish was with the stars.

Almost there, dread filling,
Soon this plunge'll be done.
Then I will, be spilling,
For I have not won.