There is an endless fall he takes, that has no tangible limit;
He just keeps descending; descending, from the world’s highest summit.
This fall examines everything that has to make its due;
but the issue comes into play because he can’t acknowledge it’s true.
To fall, descend, plunge, into a world with no reservations;
The essence of speaking unexpected words that obtain no translations.
The feeling of speaking a language that no one seems to understand;
the mere thought of displaying an action without being giving the first command.
Nothing makes inclusive sense, and nothing eases his pain;
He continues trying to figure, just how he can establish gain.
However, though he ponders about this ordeal, and continuously battles for a reply;
He persistently falls, descends, and plunges further and further from life’s abundant sky.
The pen just had to testify!
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