Right about now,
the fear kicks in.
Somewhere
between flying
and the free fall.
Thought I had it all together,
then someone flips a switch
and I am upside down.
Can’t seem to figure out which
way I was going
before all this began.
This is the time
when the panic sets in.
I was so high,
but now I’m diving back down
to Earth again.
No one can save me,
but I know that I can save myself.
I just can’t seem to remember how
to level myself out.
This is where
the drugs kick in.
Telling myself
that I was a story
written in the margins.
It doesn’t matter
if I fly,
or fall.
No,
it doesn’t matter at all.
I gave my choice away,
when I chose to live their way.
They told me up was down
and right was wrong.
I knew they had it backwards all along.
I chose to play the game,
and now I have my prize.
Floating in outer space,
and I
can’t decide
if I’m alive,
or if I’ve died.
This is where
Faith comes from.
When I’ve been abandoned
by it all.
I must choose
what to believe.
How I am going to build reality.
Somehow,
eventually,
I’ll find myself
back on the ground,
and all my fear is gone.
I think I’m ready to live my life, now.
HG – 2020