Internal Conflict

Falling flying fronting flowing

Crying crimping cooking cracking

Thinking 

Thinking

Thinking

Falling down the rabbit hole of thoughts

Falling through the air

Will the wings come in time?

Or will there be despair

Is this a part of me

Is it really there

Is it just doubt stopping me from flying through the air

Cliff jumping

Thought dumping

Do I have to let myself in

To get it all out

Is the music in my head, the right tune, should it spread?

Gotta think quick, the ground is coming up

This is a part of me

It’s really there

It’s doubt stopping me from flying through the air

I don’t care.

Let the music flow

It’s the right tune I know

The wings are me

I’m flying, flying free