Heart Beat

I'm floating, flying but yet I'm falling, fleeing.

running to and from every beat.

How do I live in a body without its help

was I already a failure, before I could have a say in wrong,

Am I wrong?

No, I'm right,

no left,

I can't tell there is no path,

just woods.

The branches look,

but only stare,

they turn away,

to chatter with the leaves above.

So I look for the sun,

I can't even see back to where I'd begun.

Or have I even begun?

Do I feel the thorns,

the sun, the leaves,

or did the beat stop?

Am I to grow from this sorrow I depend on?

spilling,

falling I feel like I'm floating,

I'm being pulled from this world before I could say wrong.

What did I do to not belong?

My body took a breath for a year then left.

Seconds then cries,

happy or sad?

For I flew and then fell back for a beat.

The need for that beat to repeat.

But for how long will that beat repeat?