Jump
To be Experienced
To Know what to Do.
One doesn't have the Couarge as we face the blowing wind
The Skydivers take their stage.
Some have fright, others, excitement
But they all jump and face the Ground
Birds see these jumpers
Flightless, without wings, and the bird are skeptic
On how they live each time they live
To be prepared is to look ahead
Excitement or fear
Life will go on, like a plane when you go skydiving.
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