Falling

falling

fast

Rushed days, stuttered smiles, a bright haze,

creased converse, platform converse

Falling off the platform, the converse?

Falling fast stumbling, mumbling, fumbling

Platform of those before, rising the platform ahead

Rushed over the edge, pushed, hushed

And slow

slow

falling

falling slow

not quick enough

Can’t do anything, caged, blocked, staged

But they can, but they can’t

They can and they fall

We can’t and still fall

fall

falling

fast slow

No one even knows, quick fast, mourned the past

Can’t go back

Yet want to and can’t, and wont

The past too sad, fast falling free falling

Crushed leaves, scratched knees, broken doors

broken walls, missed calls, broken doors

The hole in the door, broken door, they weren’t too happy with that

Stop falling, they fall their own

Stop falling, no more broken doors

Falling fists, falling kicks, falling phones,

falling

Now pick up the pace

not quick enough, falling not fast enough

Back on track the papers falling, late night calling

customers yelling, drinks falling

And they fall too fast

too fast for the mind too fast fast and fast

sped past, cars sped past and now still too fast

And car flipping, failing, falling

falling past trees, down the ditch

and falling blood falling

falling

and stop.