grounded

Hellooo world- world that's too small to be called a world.....
I want you to learn more about me
than what i've been learning about you.
in the books you seem so tangible, predictable, concrete.
But the jagged edges torn between pages
deny the cracks left behind;
soil that has never seen the sun or the flaps of wings
beyond our sight.
where is the two way street?
paved ways find a mid point at the horizon
where i find no end but more dirt and tracks of footprints.
items of life left behind as time drags on,
as colors change and memories wash away with the raindrops.
you scream loudly. wind hits my eardrums,
i can never hear my own breathing.

i want to tell you my story of the time i tried
to branch out of your grasp on a cherry picker.
but 60 feet high barely hovered above the telephone lines
that web our sky.
still trying to figure you out and my role as a blink of this eye.
what can i do as you and others control what
we can think and feel?

let go of your gravity.