Drew Bailey

Decrying a large tree standing tall,
I climb as high as I can be.
There are six things which I see:
The sky above, which lies o'so far away, unreachable;
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You fall in a hole,
was it there,
or was it made.
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Eager to write,
but no inspiration.

Wanting to learn,
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You hear something in a bush,
so you tell your friend to shush.
What formed as a mear quiver
soon became a bad shiver.
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Emerging from an empty sea,
life tredds a new way: beyond the limits of death.
The world layed dead until there was this life,
just a fragment of what it would become.
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Queries of lists,
one must decide.
Don't be swept away
by a false tide.
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Awkwardly avoiding the overwatch
of the crowd that surrounds me every day
as I walk through the empty yet filled halls
that I must stride through swiftly to inquire stealth;
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Trapped inside a case;
I sit still, facing towards the window.

Seeing people pass,
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Being put down makes me want to drown,
but all and all, it's just a fall:
hurtling towards the ground, as if it is helping;
realizing the danger, it will end badly;
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When walking on a path,
and you reach the end of the trail,
you look back on what you have seen:
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Glowing for all to see,
one feeling overpowers all,
a bright but puny fire,
hidden in the dark,
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