PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Look at those auto-climbers glide

As if reaching Heaven wasn't quite their speed

Laughing without a thought or open eye

Bound to crash, bound to burn

Bound to pick themselves up again

Half of this population is still shield surrendered

And they haven't really grasped the concept

Being happy costs nothing

Staying gloomy takes a toll on your chance to be glad

I can't believe this, there they go

Where they fall, nobody knows

Where they land isn't really a choice

More like a gesture guided by the wind's voice

Now, think for a second

Sit with me and take a look at your feet

Their planted, your waiting

Not smiling, nor joyful

Jump, my friend

Just once, for me

Sooner or later somebody's got to realize

The first step to becoming airborn,

is being familiar with the ground below

And those heroes way up high?

They've hit the dirt more times then they can count

And all they could do?

Stand back up, with a dart and a spin

Gather their wings, and do it all over again.