I lay motionless
Imagination
Bathes me in short-term fulfillment
My mind like the sun easily dances
Between sides of the window
While my body like the rain
Perpetually raps at the glass
Longing, unable to reach the other side
To my self, I am inescapable
The prisoner and the prison guard
I am at once bursting into flight
And bound to defend the sky
I am that falling thing
That wonders in limbo
Where it will land
Seeking to create its own destiny
Fall at the whim of some other gravity
If just to be different
If just to have chosen
Before impact
Upon what it will break
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