There's water everywhere,
I am floating against Gravity without any sign of land nor of a tree,
So how are there birds hovering?
Oh! Vultures trying to suck my soul up towards them.
21 grams, I had read a conspiracy theory once,
That was what the soul weighed.
Eternity, I had learned from various sources,
That was how long the soul existed.
Gravity is strong,
The Vultures are strong.
I needed balance.
I needed strength.
I needed ropes.
I needed balance.
My 21 grams of soul could stay in place then.
Sometimes I feel myself split,
Into two unequal halves like a fruit randomly cut into two.
One of the parts has a worm in it, trying to dig into the other side too.
The other part stares back lifeless.
Both shaking for some time,
Till Gravity stabilizes,
Metabolizes,
The vibrations of the molecules inside
And both lie still.
Yet Gravity synthesizes,
Randomizes,
New patterns in my head.
A clean slate without worms.
I see trees on the water and the Vultures caught in the spiderwebs between the branches.
I had learnt to swim and could stay afloat for a while.
But Gravity would play it's part.
So I needed to climb the trees,
If I climbed the trees,
There were Vultures and Spiders waiting for me.
And Gravity synthesizes,
Randomizes,
New patterns in my head .
The worm interferes.
I see an island with trees on it at a distance,
I had learnt to swim and could swim for a while.
I needed land,
I needed to climb the trees.
The Vultures wouldn't follow till the island if I started to swim,
I would drown anyway, I would be a treat.
I start swimming,
The worm leaves the fruit suddenly.
Gravity synthesizes,
Randomizes,
New patterns in my head.
A clean slate without worms.
I see trees on the water and the Vultures caught in the spiderwebs between the branches.
I had learnt to swim and could stay afloat for a while.
Then Gravity would play it's part.
So I needed to climb the trees,
If I climbed the trees,
There were Vultures and Spiders waiting for me.
The worm would die.
But the fruit would still remain in two halves.
I am floating against Gravity without any sign of land nor of a tree,
So how are there birds hovering?
Oh! Vultures trying to suck my soul up towards them.
21 grams, I had read a conspiracy theory once,
That was what the soul weighed.
Eternity, I had learned from various sources,
That was how long the soul existed.
Gravity is strong,
The Vultures are strong.
I needed balance.
I needed strength.
I needed ropes.
I needed balance.
My 21 grams of soul could stay in place then.
Sometimes I feel myself split,
Into two unequal halves like a fruit randomly cut into two.
One of the parts has a worm in it, trying to dig into the other side too.
The other part stares back lifeless.
Both shaking for some time,
Till Gravity stabilizes,
Metabolizes,
The vibrations of the molecules inside
And both lie still.
Yet Gravity synthesizes,
Randomizes,
New patterns in my head.
A clean slate without worms.
I see trees on the water and the Vultures caught in the spiderwebs between the branches.
I had learnt to swim and could stay afloat for a while.
But Gravity would play it's part.
So I needed to climb the trees,
If I climbed the trees,
There were Vultures and Spiders waiting for me.
And Gravity synthesizes,
Randomizes,
New patterns in my head .
The worm interferes.
I see an island with trees on it at a distance,
I had learnt to swim and could swim for a while.
I needed land,
I needed to climb the trees.
The Vultures wouldn't follow till the island if I started to swim,
I would drown anyway, I would be a treat.
I start swimming,
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Gravity synthesizes,
Randomizes,
New patterns in my head.
A clean slate without worms.
I see trees on the water and the Vultures caught in the spiderwebs between the branches.
I had learnt to swim and could stay afloat for a while.
Then Gravity would play it's part.
So I needed to climb the trees,
If I climbed the trees,
There were Vultures and Spiders waiting for me.
The worm would die.
But the fruit would still remain in two halves.
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