The world it turned
And off we fell
Into empty space
Our own personal hell
Nothing to hold
Nothing to grab
Not a branch to save me
Not even dirt to stab
There was no up
There was no down
Was I even falling
Would I ever hit the ground?
Would I finally stop?
Or fall endlessly?
A ghost caught in the suction
Spiritual amputee
Can't say I know the answer
No ending to the rhyme
One day I will know
Somewhere out in time
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