Metaphor for living

[burnmyeyesout84]

Air way, speedway, freeway, freedom?
moving like the mississippi river...
downhill......to the existence of real persons.

using Your makeshift wings to fly over everyone,
everything.
its the prefered method to an ideal life,
life is good.
but is it?
while your in your glorified freefall through the clouds were stuck down here in this crowded,
clogged,
confusing conveyer belt,
moving us with everyone else in the same directions
and then... (step 1)
every so often were whipped out of our "aquatic" confinement.
-happiness is our steriods-
the joy sprouts a 12 foot wingspan out your once weak shoulders.
YOU ARE FREE
-that was fast.(step 2)
and just as fast as it happened your georgeous belonging begins to rot,
molt,
melt,
the wings dissolve off you, and your mortal again.
Now the splash of realization has returned,
and its OH so bitter.
i tingle with sarcastic glee,
like everyone else.
we dove into our own influences lead us.....
wherever.
reapeat steps 1+2 forever and ever, until the end.
the water fall
its coming,
its coming,
and
i
t
s

here.....

* (long monotone beep.)

i hope this turned out readable