Free falling
While the world is name calling
Doing things that don't make sense
Every moment begs such suspense
Mesmerized by fantasy-charms
Slipping into strangers arms
Guilty but adventurous
Delighted but dangerous
Rough-and-tumble
Landing in calm, chaotic jungle
Feeling the peaceful, wicked rush
Hearing the waterfalls gush
Never to splat or burst
Wild animals, never to see the worst
Rubber body made for such a time as this
Enlivened soul, invigorated by the wind's kiss
Searing eyes feeling like mush
Heart is decorated with an Indian paintbrush
Are prayers falling on deaf ears?
Mental clock shifting gears
Letting the doubt disappear
The rest of life is free falling here
About the Creator
Rowan Finley
Father. Academic Advisor. Musician. Writer. My real name is Jesse Balogh.
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Comments (1)
This one’s got that wild, untamed energy—like skydiving! If you could free fall into any fictional world, where are you landing?