I hit the sky at twenty five
Level off and begun to dive
Back to earth I hit the turf
A float on life-force surf
Drifted on the crest of a wave
Numb, before becoming a slave
To fight the battle, to be brave
To live long and elude the grave
From the splitting of a cell
In search of heaven or hell
Destiny flies, while deity lies
Convince me the soul to sell
I’m falling back to earth, hard
My spirit is thick and barred
Lives not good and corrosion
Would erode my will and guard
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