Untitled 4 by K. Kenneth Edusei

There are so many billions,
Yet no two alike,
Each their own indescribable feelings,
Each its own rare sight,
We move quickly from here to there,
Existence is not that long,
Do we have a choice to be aware?
Our knowledge is of a very specific form,
How much can one do?
I’m on a constant descent,
I reached out to you,
Catch me with expedience,
In this state I am falling free,
Unaware of trajectory,
Something external is forcing me,
Something external is causing me,
Gravity has me moving with dangerous force,
It’s the moment before impact, I think about fault,
This will be a hard crash,
It will be felt,
Evacuate the space around me,
I’m a danger even to myself


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