Friday, May 3, 2013

Poem: Spiraling Out of Control

Oooh Refreshing
Hitting the ice cold wind
My body breaks through and spins
Feeling this good must be a sin

It's a pleasant assault
My body makes it's descent
Pure freedom surrounds me
The best a man can get

My trip is a revolution
And a revolution
This is a revolving rebellion
I make my own rules here

That is...until the blue ends
I'm free until then
I forgot my chute
But I have the wind

(Belart)