The Golden Moment
Wind
Blowing
Heart going
THUMP THUMP
"The bridge is very safe"
For anyone not about to swing over the rail and jump
So everyone but me
My shrink said
Just let it go
So I did.
The red safety rail of the golden gate bridge was cold and I was glad to have let go,
No chance of cowardice now but did gravity always go this slow?
Or was the height is easily underestimated,
But as if my shoes were of lead
I'm falling faster
Free
At
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