(Christmas Eve doesn’t feel like Christmas Eve.  It just lets me know there is one more week left in the year.  Day 358…)

Gravity has taken better men than me, but how can that be?….

Weight is the measure of the planet’s force pulling on you.
A planet which makes flying that much more difficult
By latching itself to my ankle
And holding on

I’m getting heavier but not bigger
This weight gain is unhealthy
And every safe way to release it is met with more obstacles
And the worst part about working out
Is that results aren’t seen instantly

The only exercise with immediate solutions are ones in futility
But don’t tell me flying is that
The right brothers have soared above all
Only to be grounded
There’s no good in being down to earth.

I need to lose weight
Or become stronger
To better be able to fly