[inspired by Edgar miller's ["Turning River Street into a River"]
Worse than falling down
it's like falling in love
where even misconceptions are illusion
where falling through the hole painted on the ceiling is easier than you'd think
Falling flat through life with no intentions or regrets
poisoned my soul with harsh belief
that existence could be so narrow, dark, and descending
Worse than falling up
is falling flat.
So when you step off the last dead end of the world
will you fall up, into the light, or
down into the dark?
For in reality, there is no such thing as falling flat