Geronimo

Geronimo! Here I fall from the wondering plane of insanity, will you be there to catch me, preventing a harsh ground slap? will you be my trampoline? my cushion? my all? so I don't hear the laughter of the ground that comes with blood and death Geronimo! Here I fall into the sky of love, I've no parachute! the air is pushing me down, will you be there to catch me? I'm the plane, you're the pilot steer my mind in whatever way you like, but please don't crash me because love is the flight school. By Kakraba Afful