my fRee faLL

I free fall
Like jumping off the cliff
Wondering what to expect
When the fall finally ends

Soft cushion of flowers, or
Slow flowing rivers, or
Cold hard bed of stone?

But nothing seems to last forever
And I am surprise
By how things can change

Flowers turn to thorns
Cut my skin
And bruised my heart

Calm rivers suddenly run wild
I’m washed away
Drowned in my own sorrow

And if I ever fall on a bed of stone
And if I could only wish
I wish that the stone will be kind to me
Crumble into a sea of sand
And let me rest in peace
In its warm and tender coating