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It feels like I’m falling.
But I can’t get nowhere.
Pressure is rising, the air up here’s thinning & everything’s spinning out of control.
No one’s in control.

Everything you do is of no use here.
The atmosphere is stories above what you’re used to.
Now that I think about it, your fear of heights should be kicking in.
Right about now your heart stops.

Beating & fleeting your heart has ejected leaving you acting like someone dejected.
Hold on.

Pull the cord, kill the commitment you made.
Pulling out instead of free falling.
I won’t be your fall guy.
Try as you might you can’t land your words on my heart.
So far I’m getting used to flying this uncomfortably high.

It feels like I’m falling.
So weightless, I’m rushing.
The clouds are vanishing.
Instead of dragging me down, every distraction loses its gravity.

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Saw The Distance

Today I saw a sign that I couldn’t ignore.
It said “Reclaim your dignity” in white & green.
Not white & green like cash money, but like a light telling me it was time to go.
I did what people told me & let them mold me.
Until recently I didn’t know what hit me.
Complacency; sure it was gentle, but it stings just the same.
I feel lost at times.

Now I’m on my own, there is no middle ground.
Shot after shot, words & ideals ricochet.
Indecision isn’t a decision, so here I am in decision, blindly going forward.
Don’t worry I won’t spend too much time underground.

In the blink of an eye everyone I truly connected with saw the distance.
I tried to respond with kindness to their questions & was left with more.
Trust what you know or trust what you’ve seen?
Change will come, even in this disarray.
And the rest is in the past where it belongs.
It doesn’t really matter where it all began.
Happiness is always waiting for something new.

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Free Spirits

Do free spirits hold onto anything?
Every new beginning comes from something ending.
And in the end will it really matter?
Are we free to get away from the pressures of yesterday?
When the morning comes will we still be here?

Some pray to spirits while others get intoxicated by them.
Either way we’ve chosen our paths, but will we ever be satisfied?
Free to speak our not so level-headed minds.
Free to love the loss of things we never had but always wanted.
Free to make mistakes.
Free to chase after dreams.
Free to live for so much more.
Free to lose ourselves in one another for an eternity in an instant.

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