Gravity
GRAVITY© Bob Lipetz
How to get there from here
Is the catch on the screen door of possibility
For dreams are nothing more than instruments of torture
I, for one, have soared the heights of grandest aspiration
To have my wings melt into mud
And plummet helpless back to earth
Maddened by battles lost
To gravity, the king of mediocrity
How to get there from here
Is the catch on the screen door of possibility
For dreams are nothing more than instruments of torture
I, for one, have soared the heights of grandest aspiration
To have my wings melt into mud
And plummet helpless back to earth
Maddened by battles lost
To gravity, the king of mediocrity
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