Bounding down through the sky
with a brother, so high
while we’re tied at the waist
so we don’t float away
from the mothership.
Suspended in nothing
I observe where we are,
and experience true stillness
for we cannot help but turn with the earth
as we lay still on it
We are from a world
that we want to change
but progress is earned, not given
and below us it changes
with or without our influence
and at its own pace.
We spend so long away
in ourselves,
barely touching the surface
of what we call home
with no idea what’s really out there.
as we fall to the earth
in a moment of birth
I know I will miss
empty space
Dec 21, 2017
Dec 21, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC
Bounding down through the sky
with a brother, so high
while we’re tied at the waist
so we don’t float away
from the mothership.
Suspended in nothing
I observe where we are,
and experience true stillness
for we cannot help but turn with the earth
as we lay still on it
We are from a world
that we want to change
but progress is earned, not given
and below us it changes
with or without our influence
and at its own pace.
We spend so long away
in ourselves,
barely touching the surface
of what we call home
with no idea what’s really out there.
as we fall to the earth
in a moment of birth
I know I will miss
empty space
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