Just jump 
if it’s 
going to 
hurt it’ll 
hurt when 
you land
oh but 
the flying 
is marvelous 

I remember that
when and where 
now it’s not 
once it stung
or burned broken 
but with time’s 
very own salve
soothing reddened flesh 
this flame doused
now just ash
and a few 
brittle dying embers 
sighing lost love 

I’ve always wondered 
when the lightbulb 
goes off is
it before or
after stupid shit
is it victory 
or regret that 
finds the switch 
and for some 
I suppose they
suffer in darkness 
me I carry
a candle and 
box of matches 

This my luxury 
of life indecision 
no longer chained 
or charged choosing 
now I can 
wait and debate 
do I don’t 
I must I
maybe not then 
and back I’ve 
gone to the 
swing tied to
the oak outside 
the one of
my childhood where 
nothing else mattered 
and no one 
else cared just 
to and fro

Imagine burden 
you know 
that weight 
heaped upon 
your shoulders 
what if
it was 
placed there 
so that 
you and 
no one 
else was
able to 
carry it 
what of
this weight 
then maybe 
it’s feather
or flake 
and nothing 
else really 
than that