28 February 2013
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.
Free-Falling • Opuss № I