The Fall

As I fall I wondered
what is waiting for me at the bottom?

Could it be a solid ground, a pond, a trampoline
or is it a bottomless pit I'm in?

I wish to fearlessly shout out my questions
"are you there my dear?"
"are you still there?"

but I couldn't

I fear no reply
or the possibility of just getting back my echo


I wish to fearlessly fall
enjoy the fall
and not think about what's going to happen

Cotton or spikes
happiness or death
If you're not there
I'll still be fine

or if I perish
don't worry, I'll still be fine...