FALLING

my faith has greatly exceeded its limit

limitations so far gone

with the wind

following the clouds so anxiously

as if the sky were waiting for it to react to it

the fact of how

precious seeds sprout only to blossom into something beautifuly great

tribulating the thoughts of a mastermind in the act of imagination

screaming for activity and oppurtunity noone can give

spontanous as a color but deligate as a black and white potriat

betrayed as something unnatural but normal

cautiously dragging imunity to the pores of waterfalls

falling with such inditment that the world wouldnt reconize it

as if it were just one thing to live for rapidly towering the mind 

penatrating the thoughts of humanity and human nature

its all purposely made to fall that way