May 28, 2010

Daydreams


I was flying,
Free as can be,
Unconstrained.

No longer did my legs,
Carry my burden,
Groaning.

A taste of the unknown,
For a usually limited
Me.

T'was all good -
Till the crash;
I was no longer jumping -
I had landed.

Reality hurts.
  

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