Rip a rope before it pops
Spread your arms before it drops
Scary feeling, upside down
Where’s your castle and a crown
You’re a hanged man on the leash
Seeing ground as it makes squish
But you fly, or fall, or swim
Rope is ripped and lights had dimmed
Is it pit, that scares your soul
Lack of rope? It gives control
Once you cut it – no way back
Hanging in there? Give some slack
Maybe later you will get
Life is death without regret
Hell is heaven without hope
Fall is flight… without a rope
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© Copyright: Мика Фролов, 2017
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