Roger Naya - Free Fall

The present merely exists
the future a defined path.

Clouds of people are passed
each unique and pleasant
floating away so suddenly.

Bathing in the sky
an endless ocean of opportunity
flying through it
towards only one port.

Birds sing all around
mellodies to distract
each chirping to a different beat
only on song is heard
the one being composed.

As the symphony ends
the port is filled
the clouds are gone
night is reborn
the moon is new
the fall is over.

Roger Naya

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