"balance"

how many times will you ask
and how many times will I laugh
and lie with a smile
saying how it's going fine
everything's all right
how many times will you ask
and expect some other answer
than a sly little smile
that says I can't say what's wrong
`cause I just don't know

The first time I let go 
I went plummeting, 
crashing, 
falling into the ground,
and after I hit bottom, 
and after I'd broken 
into so many jaded bleeding pieces
I promised that once I got a hold 
I'd never let go again. 
Time and time and time and time 
again I forgot my little words, 
my little deceptions, 
and it was always the same. 
First the slight, 
slick pall of salty sweat, 
the the exquisite 
almost sensual terror 
when I realized 
I was on my way to falling again...
then that 
final 
horrifying 
second, 
split into broken shards of crystaline time 
as my fingers finally lost their grip 
and I hung motionless, 
suspended beyond time or space 
or anything Newton or Einstein 
ever had wet dreams about. 
In the end it was always the same...
that's the way ends go...
the super fast 
free-fall
power dive 
at 40,000 miles-per-hour 
straight into the ground. 
WHAM! 
that's the way ends go. 
Now here I am again, 
suspended, 
motionless, 
well beyond my wildest dreams, 
contained in clear air, 
but I"m not falling this time. 
When everything you know 
is hanging 
or falling, 
it takes some time 
getting used to staying put.

4 responses total.

beautifully written.. i guess this was to put to words your funny mood 
today... 

/baron zoe

kinda...yesterday...hell, all this week

This is really different..I can't describe it.  It's still lyrical, but 
it has a different feel to it.  I'd say you're expanding your style, 
Joe, and if that's so, my hat is tipped to you.  Well done.

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