I see the ground and the sky
is it above or below me?
Quite possibly I'm blind
The world is always spinning
But there's not much time
The sun is slowly dying
and I haven't accomplished
my dreams, so what am
I left to do? But just live my life
Do, feel, see, touch, taste, experience
whatever, wherever, with whomever I'd like
And eventually, my soul, It'll fly off into unknowns
And finally, oh finally, I'll be on my journey home.
© 2013 Christina Jackson