Idealist
Falling from infinity
Does that mean I'll never hit the ground?
Perhaps I'll have time to learn to fly
before I'm blown into a mountainside
or drown in a cloud.
Everyone told me not to look too far into the sky
after all, we'll never get there, so why try?
But falling's like flying till it ends
They never flew.
I do.
So when I crash.
burn.
when it's all over
I may still remember dancing with the wind.
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