Falling
I saw a big black hole and made the mistake of stepping in
I was falling for a very long time
Every once in a while a small white light appeared
And it saved me for a second
But soon
The light vanished
Enveloped by the black
And I went back to falling
Nothing helped escaping the black
And I thought I would always fall
Until one day I would just end the misery all together
Then a large wondrous hand scopped me up and sat me next to them
I saw the white light
It had been a long time
I didn't quite know what to do
Soon
I started to fall again
But once again the hand scooped me up
And saved me
I only stumble now
Never quite falling
Let's keep it that way
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