with wind in my hair, i was travelling high..
soaring with every step i took, i never had time to stop and look
at the world beneath me, cowering under my shadow
magnificient as i felt, the world under my shade.
but one day, everything fell apart.
the sky crashed on me and i was crushed to death.
Death didnt hurt me but the reality of it shocked me.
i realised that it wasn't me who was flying high
but i was made to move higher, coz the higher you fall from, the harder you hit yourself,
thats what i learnt in school from Newton's Third Law of Motion.
terrible was the feeling, life seemed to be an eternal burden.
Death was a relief.
oh..why didn't you come earlier and curb my tyranny on unjustified freedom???
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