Inertia

We elevate our eyes
In the sky for hope
But will never
Have flapping wings.

The pull of gravity
Magnets us to the ground
When we drown
The water feels like liquid electricity.

We are black holed into lust
Orbited into power
It is easy to travel force
But the beauty lies in rebellion.

It is easier to move
Towards a force that pulls
That is why we cannot fly
But still sit in aeroplanes.

Some see the choice
Between gravity and hope.