Falling
Time
Ticks tocks to the chimes of the clock
Feet step and leap
Sprint and skips a beat
Beat
Beat to cheat
Cheat to longer feats
Beneath the ups and downs of that ticking and tocking
We seem to be falling
Seemingly perceive the detection and deception
That cannot be at your or my feet
Moving to unseen
Unmade greener pastures
Yet to have a home for me
Then why would it be me who is falling?
When my feet are calling for running to be made
Flights to be made
How can it be me who has to stay falling?
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