Falling (revised)

Falling…
The weightless dropping of mass,
Uncontrollable flight downward,
The pit of stomach rising.
Falling…

Lay flat on your back,
And you may never fear.
You shall never fail,
Never feel lesser,
Never disappointed,
For you are as low as things shall be.
You are on what is below,
Falling.

With a glass neither half empty nor full
You will be left thirsty.
All opinions left void and null,
For you share none of these.
Silent, you keep to yourself,
Keep your lips sealed
And your knowledge on half capacity

The fools above you,
Are stories high.
On a pedestal you never reach for.
They have greatness,
Yet stand in a field of great unforgiving.
Any moment,
The fools,
They may have their feet swept from beneath them.
You cannot see their greatness,
Only their potential failures,
The soft spots they leave,
Bare to pointed and forked tongues,
Sharp like knives.

On the flat of your back,
Unreachable, untouchable,
As long as you never rise,
You shall be invincible.
However,
You will never feel alive.
Never feel light,
Sweet things on the tongue,
Touch of love.
Alone and cold against the floor,
You shall be invincible,
But nothing.