Pavement Pancake

Slowly We Are All Falling, Some Just Quicker Than Others, Some Will Have An Arm To Grab Before Hitting Bottom, Some Never Bothered To Pack A Parashute, And The Others Are Just Enjoying The Fresh Air On The Way Down, Awaiting To Become A Pavement Pancake If we have a hand to hold us we may never had fallen And if we had an ear lent someone would have heard cries for help My parachute is broken, no ever listened, and the held let go of me Before we, land the only thing left to think is, i wonder if anyone has any maple syrup