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.

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