I sought death,

But instead cried,

A hopeful plea,

Adance of glee,

Trying not to hide,

I feel a sigh,

Catching the skies.

Feeling chipped,

I caught my grip,

Trying not to trip,

in the moment I dipped,

I slipped,

Sprinting for the skies,

This time I’ll thrive,

Running from the tides,

I’ll break the bind.

In the moment I’d feel me,

I can see it, I can here me,

Tearing the appealed seal,

It was all becoming real.