Everything Has Weight
A feather may not break any bones while on it's downward spiral,
but it will nonetheless find a resting place
Though you may think Styrofoam isn't much of anything
if a whole house made out of it you still couldn't lift it
You may easily slice through the air thinking it's just the absence of everything else
and yet there's several megatons of the stuff in our atmosphere alone
Everything has weight
Even light will bend it's straight and narrow path
when unfortunate enough to come across a black hole
So how in the world can you still believe
that you are weightless?
Copyright © Timothy Hicks | Year Posted 2013
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