It makes me feel
like I'm falling down,
The way it makes
my head move around.
And feeling that way
I felt when I fell,
Made gears turn,
and a moment to dwell.
It makes me feel
like I am a bird,
Set free of it's mother
with flight to be learned,
But I didn't catch on,
when I learned to fly.
Fluttering, failing,
as I try for the sky.
And it makes me feel
like I'm finally real,
Like I've washed away makeup
to really feel,
What it's like to be human,
and a human at best;
Just a poor fallen creature,
So far from it's nest.
© 2010 The Still Air
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