I want to jump out of a plane.
Not to die, but to feel
Wind against my face
Weightlessness, freedom
Adrenaline rush of it all
Quit sitting and looking
For cheap thrills, artificial experiences
Even the feelings will end.
Yet I will want more
Always wanting more
Never satisfied, never enough
Living is more than feeling
More than thrills or rushes
More than the sum of experiences
What have I done, left behind
Is anything my own
Or am I just passing through
Passing vapor?
I need to learn that life is more than jumping out of airplanes
How can I die, and end up learning how to live
Not just feel