Just a collection of poems that come to mind.

Riding out,
riding high,
going up,
to the sky,
falling down,
to the ground,
let it come.

For as death reaches out,
I don’t care, I give a shout,
make the world give in, to my way.
going down,
going up,
I don’t care about the world,
passing through,
the world as you see it,
twirling round in the air,
I truly do not care,
rising up,
with the heavens stretched before me.

The End

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