Everyday, I am walking
Heavier steps,
Deep breaths. .

Every night I chase,
For the moon
Up that sky. . .

It is dark. .
Too scared I cried
Whispered,

              "Dear God I'm tired. . "

The sky has buried us,
Deep down from reality,
Gravity as an accomplice.

             "What's beyond that sky,
                          Is it all just a lie?


        Am I a   s u b s t a n c e ?   Or
                         Merely a  f o r m?"
  

Every day, I am walking
Heavier steps,
Deep breaths. . .