I was always scared of the wind
It throws me off balance, is loud
And never quit
I’m mostly afraid
That I’ll become light
And that it could carry me off,
Like a balloon
I’d be detached from the earth
Floating slowly up, up
Watching everything become small
Watching to see how far I’ll fall
When I’m…
DROPPED
Just like in my dreams.
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