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Gravity
Gravity is the enemy… It holds me down.
It keeps my soul from flying, knocks me to the ground.
And struggling against the force will only hurt
And yet I cannot stay here, face down in the dirt.
Gravity has its hold on me… I can’t escape.
Its regulations binding me... So much red tape!
My muscles ache from all the effort to but rise.
So, I negotiate and try to compromise.
Gravity is reality… Not in the mind.
It means that I will never leave the earth behind.
I’m trapped within the confines of the atmosphere.
It smothers every dream beneath this constant fear.
Gravity is the enemy… This constant weight.
To grovel dust to dust, it seems, my only fate.
But is this all there is? I know there must be more!
How else explain the yearning of my soul to soar?
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Stephen Tefft
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