Falling from risen towers through the sky
To the sea. I never imagined I’d see through
The membrane of all I ever believed. A fall
So great all the seraphim, those we lost, cry.
In this sorrowful rain I recollect on the way
I lived. Regrets and joys are the things I pay
To see how fickle life truly is. No, I can’t stay.
This old path casts shadows I’ve grown accustomed to. I’ll fight
My way out trying to see light once more. I must change. . .
I’ve always loved the concept of falling in a metaphysical sense. We live lives like we’re creating miniature towers of Babel which eventually fall and rightfully so. We can blame others for the fall but only our hands did the masonry. A time comes that our hearts will lead us on a better path with our mind keeping us from going too far. The fall teaches us that individual gain doesn’t matter if we hurt others to reach it. But some hurt is unavoidable as we lose things once so dear to us in this life.