Mon, 11/19/2012 - 22:59 -- msmwood

Falling from the sky
As if to watch the clockwork
of every person shuffling by
to understand our differences
and always know our consequences
but there is one thing we haven't learned:
When you are falling from the sky
never forget your parachute
before it is to late.

As people stop to stare
some in awe and some in disgust
you have no more stones to throw
no more life to live
and no way to get back up again
without your faithful friend
the parachute.

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