• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 10


Rest and play, but this feels like work
Dressing like freedom you jump
Reached into the clouds
That fill your heart

Strong in your flight
Your heaviness is disguised as light
Ground level worries remain
Fuelling flames beneath your feet
As the world inside you burns

Practice makes perfect
But perfect isn’t possible

Although no one would know that
Not with this contortionist show
Of acrobatic avoidance
Olympic distraction in full flow

As long as you stay moving
That is all they will need to know