I cannot fathom falling.
Though falling may well keep me grounded,
Sturdy on the concrete
Cannot rid me of this wanting,
Exploring and cherishing
The finesse of elaborate skies,
The excellent aftertaste of unconventional
Stains my mouth,
Unwilling to be your silenced prize,
Unwilling to be what should be, as is.
Leave me to flying;
To racing through this shaded world.
Leave me to frivolity,
Exploding examples of duty and truth.
My mind cannot unfurl its passion,
Cannot abide to your singular sound;
Submission to such claims
Would see all life and love upon the ground.