Falling from the sky

A fall

I do not try.

I rail against the retrains
That hold me back, I drown and
Struggle for air, I throw myself
Towards the moon with no
Backup plan if I fail to make
The landing.

Most of the time my feet fiind solid ground,

But sometimes, I crash to earth it
A spectacle far brighter and more disastrous
Than a shooting star, the fall of an empire,
The end of a world.

But I will never do anything so halfhearthed as try.

„Try” is not a strong enough word.

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