From the beginning
I would always be in serfdom to happiness
Plow and toil and only be given enough to survive

Sure, I have dreams and visions of freedom
Often I have walked to the edge of everything I know
With my nose pressed to the glass
The condensation from my respiration fogs my view

If only I could sublimate through my uncertainty
My hand would rematerialize in yours
The wrinkles of our palms coupling as if by design
Mounting the apex of Love's curve

That's the moment!
Where inches feel like years and you lose all inclination of your inclination
The only breath you will remember is your last
Before the crushing vacuum of gravity comes for you

It's sad that the simplest of adages are the ones that most commonly prove true

"What goes up must always come down"