Free Fall

So you think
You know
What you want it to look like
And then
Every day
Keeps rolling
And doesn't it just
Look like
Anything but
Crushed under the weight
Of so much nothingness
And it's all so cheap
Means nothing to you
But oh!
The price you've paid
For all of this endless
Nothing
Do you understand
Finally
That you are only
Responsible for
Your own walk
You try to carry them
And you only make them
Weak
You can have love
And compassion
You can help
But you cannot
Fix it
And they have to live it
Themselves
Let go
So little is needed
Your grip
It loosens
Looks like a long way down
But it's OK
Free fall
Is a mode of travel, too