Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Freedom's Fall and Subsequent Revival.

I lay at the bottom of the cliff
Having jumped just moments before
This flight that so possessed my dreams
Became nothing more then a free fall

The grand adventure plotted in my mind
Was merely screaming hell
With the ground all too near
and all too frighteningly real

But as I touched the unforgiving earth
My whole self turned into water clear
And I burst into the finest mist
Suspended above the ground

Though the fall had killed who I was
It changed me into who I am
I am no longer on a cliff
I am no longer bound to fall

I am blessed with the freedom
Of a tourist in a far off place
No direction is restricted
Free to follow fortunes wind

I lay at the bottom of the cliff
My body devoid of all life
But my spirit drifts towards the sea
Carried by the tropical breeze

Where I will land is up to fate
For fate favours the bold
Who is more bold then he
With a soul unconquerable

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