Rodford
Flying high, turning in space
Indecision faltering grace.
Baying crowd, blinding white light
Upturned faces, shadows of night.
Trusted hands catch me with ease
Life's ambition, flying trapeze.
Ravaged dreams, sweat from my brow
Free fall vision dragging me down.
Flying, sighing, headlong into dread
Hoping, praying, I'll find the path to tread.
Spinning world, motion unreal
Premonition, time will reveal.
Worthless years passing me by
Resolution taking me high.
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