Falling home

I am suspended
high up in the air.

I have no fear.
Because I see the net below.

And so I walk the line.

I take these risks
that are really not risks.

Because I see the net below.

Truth is, I want to fail.
I want to fall.
I want that rush.

I want to feel like I'm flying,
falling,
tumbling towards my fate,
my destiny.

I want to lose sight of where I came from
and where I'm going.
I want to spin.

I want to be nothing but feeling.
Falling.

And then I want to be caught by the net below.
It will feel like home.
Safe.

The net lets me jump
-yes, I jump-
and do things I'd never do
if it was never there.