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A warm autumn breeze floats on the ground
and smiling anxious faces surround
a pale glossy distant form.
I ache for release from my inner storm.

I walk to the archway slow, but sure,
waiting for answers, looking for a cure.
My heart is racing, I forget to breathe
the heights are dazzling, my mind under siege

The point of no return, my leap of faith
for a split second my mind screams "WAIT"!
I fall to be caught by the god of wind.
He cradles my body, I arch, I bend.

My mind becomes calm, my path quite clear.
I had found the answers and lost the fear.
I am re-born floating in the sky,
I see others with me eager to fly.

The mist of the clouds, the roar of the wind,
then under canopy we still descend.
The ground racing towards me, so patient, so cruel.
The sky has become everything, my life, my fuel.

My feet on the earth, canopy on the ground
"Let's go again, time for another round".
I race to the "alter", wallet in hand,
but find it empty; I must, for now, stay on land.