Falling used to be so easy,
No one would ever know,
Flying and falling looked much the same
Until you got this low.
The world seems big and you seem small
From down here on the floor.
If you want to you’ll fight it,
Try to defeat it
Or keep falling forever more.
Is slipping away really so bad
When you’re still so close to the ground?
Or is it a new way to hide yourself,
When you simply don’t want to be found?
When words can’t cover what needs to be said,
And to feel is no longer enough,
It’s easy to hide, to stay this numb,
When breathing becomes too tough.