Perspective constantly changes when
you jump. The end pose makes your
view a little rusty. You cannot change
your final vision. I want to keep jumping.

Forever, never be a solid stone or dry
scraped wood. Wind makes me feel chilly,
I get shivers because of rustling leaves.
People call it fear of failing, my mind, downscaling.

But then I see a person, empty as it seems
not constantly thrilled by massive gleams.
I envy those who can control, those with
purpose and a whole different point of view.

Be my supplement, fulfill my instable needs,
enlarge my passion with such might, so I
don't need to learn control. My failure feeds
on insecurity. Stop my jumping, make me fly.