The Journey

The Balcony

I stand on the ledge

of this green balcony.

What is below?

I cannot see.

All I know

is that when I fall

Everyone will not be watching me.

They will be watching random girls in society

with cancer, or butterfly disease.

Or maybe even

watching pointless sports on their televisions.

What is happening to this world?

When strangers who are already dead,

or stories that have yet to be told,

have become more important than the beauty of that around you?

Get off of your stupid electronic lives!

Open up your eyes!

Can't you see what we've become?

Strangers to the nature that is more beautiful than anything.

Strangers to Mother Nature.

Strangers to me.

So when I fall,

I don't want to become some story that you all read about.

If I fall,

I want you, the world, the universe,

to catch me

for once.

Is that too much to ask for?

Apparently it may be.

Because I've fallen

off of the green, green balcony,

filled with life,

vibrancy,

Illiterate yet beautiful sounds to my ear.

Away from all you're missing,

and finally,

into the deep blue and unwelcoming arms of society.

All because you never caught me.