I soar high above
To see where love fits in
I see many changing
From one to another thing
.
The higher I go
The more I look
But the less I see
Of the things I forsook
.
Vision fails this high up
I can't see myself in love
So I fall back to fit in rudely
Upon the world from high above
.
It's not a pretty landing
It's filled with scars and pain
It takes my breathless breath away
And then comes back yet again
About the Creator
Gerard DiLeo
Retired, not tired. Hippocampus, behave!
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My substrack at https://substack.com/@drdileo
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