The Falling

I slip
I trip
I falling.
When you never land
You keep falling.
When I trip and slip
I flip the light switch.
No matter,
When you are falling
There is never much
To see.
Falling is swimming
Against a strong tide
You try one way
No matter,
The tide pulls you the other.
Falling becomes flying
But not like a bird
No matter,
If you try
You fly like a rock.
Never hitting ground.
When you are falling
That is all you do.
No matter,
When that is what
You do.
I slip
I trip
I falling.
In darkness
Against my will
Weighted heavily
In a perpetual
Never-ending
Fall.
And that's okay
When that's all you do.