These thoughts spiral in my head,
Feelings of anguish and fear,
Like a whirlwind whipping the air.
Falling seems to be the best solution,
but then who would be around to hear me.
No one lives a day exactly like me.
No one has my thoughts.
No one has my feelings,
Falling seems like a good idea,
but then so does flying.
Soaring like a seagull,
free above the black seas.
The whirlwind becomes the breeze.
It feels gentle.
I feel content.
Falling isn't my answer.
I think I'll fly free above this place.
Above my sea of worries,
away from the anguish and anxiety.
I'll become the real me.