I can feel it again
Sometimes more than others
It’s as if I am lost in the…
Or maybe it’s just that I’ll never regain…
No I am not saying it bothers…
But it certainly makes you feel under…
It’s like that one lucid moment…
Where you can’t help but be laconic
Because your mind doesn’t seem to foment
And nothing you say or do seems galvanic
It’s like an eternal fight between the mind and the soul
Or maybe the blind and the foul
One wants satisfaction, and the other salvation
Hence their everlasting fight
It’s an ironic plight
Since they can’t live with each other’s deprivation
It’s an overwhelming sensation…
Not just necessary but inevitable
It’s part of who you are; your creation
It’s what makes you unbreakable
It’s like taking a free fall that never ends
It doesn’t really matter where you body lands
What you become and achieve…
It all depends on that first audacious jump
Everything else you do or receive
From that that moment is just an incident
Waiting to happen, a bump…
But don’t be afraid for there will be more than one accident
You may or may never hit the ground
But if you ever do, don’t feel bound
You may choose to agonize
Until time assuages your pain
But ultimately you’ll recognize
That you’ll need to jump again
Or else everything surrounding you won’t persist to…
Exist, and eventually you’ll cease to exist too
