gliding the peak
i feel as if i can fly
as the face gets a bit steep
motionless movement
sliding forward but at a creep
curtains of glass pour over my head
encasing me in a room of water
my hand tickles the wall
slowing me down like lead
all i can see is forward
the people paddling out
it's then that i realize
...i'm home and i'd rather not leave
so instead of speeding for the door
ill relax in the moment
for being in a burning home
is better than no home at all
Author notes
a story about a day full of barrels... after the first barrel i got in AND came out ... i realised they are so hard to find i'd rather not waste them trying to get out and just ride the ride instead of worrying about the end. ... applies to life..maybe
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wow. that's really deep. I love it. Great job! You've really got me thinkin on this one.
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