Fly

Standing cautiously at precipice, leaning backwards-looks down. Sudden thrust, feet leave ground, heart pounding. He leaps. He doesn't fall, reassuring earth beneath spoils adventure. Heart craves-helpless feeling of fall, thrilling freedom & fear enslaved. And fear enslaved rational mind, brews hole in gut, hollows being As sour tasting cowardice dulls imagination. Desires numbed. Defeat stares face,eyes shamefully shy away, parched lips dry- twitch explanations. Addiction then wears sublime mask of exhilarating adventure, Petty truth, worthless pride of commoners, be rooted to earth; Thoughts take wings, paint visuals tainted with experience, Mind chains to ground, screaming-"Don't jump, you will die". Legs frozen. Death is but for mortals, invincibility entices brave heart. Weak-kneed it gives in to adrenaline rush & impractical want of freedom. Hopes fuel foolishness, foolishness fuel hopes; each weakens unwavering reason. But reason weakens true greatness. Heart wills greatness be conquered. Life useless lived uselessly for useless use of living usefully. Standing cautiously at precipice, leaning backwards-looks down. Life ashamed at such inaction in hind sight sparks frenzy uncontrollable. Toes quivering, excited heart skipping beats, fingers flexed. Sudden thrust, feet leave ground, heart pounding. He leaps. He flies. Freedom. - Viraj Shah © 7.12.2013