What does it mean, this feral pounding?
This feeling of imploding?
Am I dying?
Am I living?
Is this just the beginning?

A sense of falling, falling off
my eyes have now caved in
Falling up
Where is time?
No, it can wait for us.

Nature speaks, a gentle whisper.
She knows what I am doing.
Can they tell?
Do they know?
Paranoia grasps me further

Another cap? Another stem?
Do I reason just like them?
Questions here,
answers there:
ignore my existential whim

Jumping round, up and down
feel the hole inside my chest
May it come?
May it go?
Could I focus just a sec?

Now laughing hard, as I did
when my feet my feet were half this size,
(what's my age?
what's my height?)
Was my grandma really right?

Think of friends, think of past.
It all really goes too quick.
Floating. Soaring.
This is NOW!
Can I pretend I'm fine again?

Coming down, but melting still...
Why does that tree look mad at me?
The contraction
of refraction,
so just giggle, look, and Be.