Falling From Niagara

[artemis583]

There once was a time
Where I wasn’t pushed to know
Now I’m uprooted - on my own
The difference might be sinking in

However, I notice that my mind
Is led by secret missions making
Their way inside a barrel
So much room before a burst

I take my life in notes, and me
Trying not to let it show
Subside in my abstractions
It’s now visual over audio