Swiftly navigating labyrinths
With a shifting equilibrium
Counteracting consequence
With everlasting librium
Communicating character
Through synapses shorted out
Feeding my abacus
Numbers too high to count
The war against gravity
Fought in foxholes of membrane
Clawing at your comfort
With arms like arcade cranes
Tearing up the tarmac
Without clearance for the landing
Sitting in my comfort zone
To appear in good standing
A poem I wrote for a creative writing course in college a few years ago
Original image found here: https://www.pinterest.com/pin/372109987938851758/
