Hang Gliding with doubt
Jumped off a mountain hoping to be free.
Gliding on a dream that exist beneath the branches of the green trees,
I had to jump off a mountain to see.
Scurrying opportunity in browns and oranges of the leaves
Wings push me by to fast to smell
Dressed in a named brand safety suit and helmet,
Gloves and goggles hang gliding on a false since of security I bought on sale.
Bound for the ground just like everyone else, eventually,
But the fall is so beautiful,
She reminds me to breathe.
Enjoy things I can’t change,
And that the pain means I’m still …… ME.