TITLE: Airborne Gravity
By Joseph Breton
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Every heart beat; every step I take.
I threw my heart at a golden city
That I gawked at in the distance.
Thought I could see clearly.
Thought there were no clouds.
But, when I approached the door,
I fell under reality.
Now, Iím swimming around.
And I came up for air
Just to breathe in this froth,
The froth I thought was my friend.
I remember how we sang together.
I remember how I said to myself
That itís going to be forever.
Now, look where I rest my head.
Thatís exactly where I want it.
Canít fill up on fluffy clouds.
To dig deeper and sacrifice was
My noble wish, but I donít get that
Granted on a silver platter.
Instead, it turns out,
Thereís a long ways to fall
And Iím not halfway to the bottom.
You know what I call this?
The stairs of gravity.
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