Falling Up


It bothers me really
The uncertainty of it all
One minute you're happy
The next you're watching airplanes fall

You could be on top of the world
But it wouldn't even matter
Because you can slip or you can trip
And you'll be in Hell after

The world works in wacked out ways
Sometimes fair but often not
Some days will be good
Others worse than you might have thought

But the sun will rise
As it does every day
There's always good after the bad
Perfect is boring anyway

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