Taken to a centre, by the universe
I looked up and down.
The universe was my ledge.
And her name..
Was Universe, the sledge.
I was not taken there to admire the ocean of cressons.
I stood first in line for my falling lessons.
The fall is not a thing to worry about.
You know the fall never hurts.
Landing causes all the death,
Fall gets blamed when drunk journal blurts.
The centre of the universe is a paradise.
Only dead souls enter.
Living souls walk with the universe
Till, its time to enter.
Love your fall,
Live on the wall
and hope this never ends.
It gives you art
And take this dart.
Hope, it never really mends.