Often
Constantly
My mind plays trick with the light
With the shadows
With the air in my lungs
Sometimes
It all just feels like I'm tumbling
Down
Down
Down
The rabbit hole
And sometimes
It feels like I'm flying high
In a tiny Cessna
The ground below- perfect
Most times though...
Most times I look at my feet
And see that they're firmly rooted to the Earth
There are always shoes on my feet,
(the biggest problem with modern society)
So I imagine that I have X-Ray vision
I start to wiggle my toes
My mind plays more tricks
To convince me of the dirt between my toes
And just like that
Reality snaps back into place
And the day moves forward
With its constant gravity.
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