Falling

Fall
There are so many reasons as to why my heart fills a space in which passage is wrong
Spinning my wheels and stopping my dreams as if I play the bad notes of song

I cannot stand the reasons I still reside in a place that I do not exist nor do I care to
To fill my soul with zero pride in a place that I don’t resist and should not dare to

Timing to move on makes me want to move swift under a sea of weightless care
Thick plumes of thunder to which I wake to see in the act of thoughtless despair

My gut pulls tight and my knees feel strained as I hold tight to nothing but overcast
I walk toward the light to the well constrained and right towards the green a vast

To the stars I reach from under my gut but to walk in a fast paced stumble
As I begin to reach and I begin to fall in a half paced over walked mumble.

The breathe of an angel holds my tight to take me to a land unknown to people
Open fields lined with gold within a stand of overdosed religious steeple