There are times when you stare
Up at the sky
Times when all you want to do
Is fly really high
And then you feel the weight
That keeps pulling you down
Like the rock
Meant only to drown you
That rock that aims for the sea bed
That rock that knows
What looks alive is simply dead
The rock that knows
That maybe you're done
Done trying
Done struggling
The rock that knows
That maybe the thought
Of letting go
Seems peaceful
The thought of not fighting
Not struggling
Just letting the currents carry you
Take you with them
Drown you
Soak you in
Seems so soothing so calm
And in that moment
You see yourself floating
On a cloud of absinthe
That leaves you
Thoughtless and speechless
The one that lets you float
Up and high
In the sky
The one that you once
Aimed to fly!
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