Parachutes

A stumbled upon magnificence,
Is that of parachutes.

Its a study of relativity, really.

For those holding on to the parachute
It must be quite exhilirating,
Knowing you are flying
Downwards, kept alive
By something you hope to have controlled.

For the audience, myself, it was
Ever so still
Like leaves falling in an autumn wind
But instead, human lives
Each a mystery, deciding to
Plummet, and suspend.

I wish to fall
and fly
and let go
without fear of whats above
or below

And I envy parachutes.