sitting in mid air

Paul D Robertson art @redbubble.com

Sitting in mid air

Swaying with the cords upon which we hang

In constant motion but not getting anywhere

Gazing into an arena where nightingales once sang

Beguiled by the haze, we toss each earthly care

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Sitting in mid air

Soaring above a spate of misery

Unleashed upon a darkened sphere below

Reaching hands toward a disc of certainty

That shines a light so serenity will grow

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Sitting in mid air

Baffled by the pain of calloused palm

Clutching merely onto the fragile strings

A sudden gale purposely disrupts the calm

An awakening that existence often brings

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