Does an angel fear the earth as much as raindrops do?
Are rainshowers' sound of drip-drip-drop the cry of crashing hope to stay above?
Why is it hard to keep tears from flowing?
Despite the whispers of "It's alright" or "Stop crying",
they seem to jump on their own and embrace the earth
How much courage do tears have to face their own fall?
Like every snowflake born in the heavens to reach the ground,
We are born on the earth to reach the sky.
But can a snowflake return to where it came from?
Will that be their own hope's demise?
But then how come those that jump off the land can fall back down with broken hands?
Is it humility? Is it meekness? Or does all go back to weakness?
The heat rises, the cold sinks; as there is sunrise, there is also sunset
No matter how much often this happens, that things must go down,
Why is the earth too hard and oceans too firm to fall into?
Why does it seem like nothing is waiting to save us from despair?
Is it because the world is chaotic?
Is it because love is a fantasy?
Or is it because our reality is twisted--
that our perspective is up at the stars as we remain below them?
After all, not everything that falls crashes--
feathers can glide and wings can fly
Then perhaps can it be us giving ourselves weight?
If we lose ourselves, then can we finally avoid the hopelessness of our fall?