A Slave to Gravity

Human beings were not meant to fly

Gravity you cannot simply defy

Try as you will and try as you might

Never shall a human take flight

Yet flying is boring, simple, mundane

And that’s why man invented the plane

The rush, the fear, the power of it all

Can only be felt in the thrill of the fall

Fear is good, it heightens the sense

The feeling, the virtue of the immense

The rush, the roar, the sound of death

The feel of the end, the darkness and yet…

The tug of safety, the sense of relief

The sadness it’s over, a strange kind of grief

We all need more risks so we can test defeat

And help us live a life fulfilled and complete