babble ramble #1401

What is with falling down.
Can you avoid?
Or the question should be:
Should you avoid?

Why didn’t you let the wind tore you apart
Why didn’t you let your out loud scream choked you
Why didn’t you let yourself lost your senses
and let the hamster in your brain runs backward; giving you sceneries of the darkest nights

Isn’t nice to follow the gravity?
Isn’t it nice to think nothing but the deeper ground?

Crash. Crushed. Cursed.
Die.
Dust.
Naught.
It’s what you were, until you start over.