I keep learning
this isn’t a perfect world
Up is up
down is down
until you see from space
We’re all set
to fall off the Earth
but for gravity
Our belief
it’ll hold us down
Counterbalanced
continua
where my feet
don’t meet my thoughts
and falling
seems a logical choice
If only
pesky gravity
would give
one chance to fly
Out I fall
tumbling upwards
ever downward
is it falling
or flight
if the bottom never comes
Surely
these sizes
and shapes
and endless rat-run
cul-de-sacs
can’t be what we’ll
run
’til gravity
freezes
Every motion
we may choose
to make
in this never perfect world