Imagine the ability
To fly, for a set
Twenty minutes
To rush
From an average
Bored, saddened soul
To an immortal
Racing being
Picture the world
In slow motion
As you scream by
Sniffing remains
Of your savior

The lines we walk
Are the same lines
That we blow
To Live; To Soar

i like it. kinda curious trying to figure out exactly what you mean by it all. First time i read it i thought 'just another person trying to be poetic', but second time it got through to me. Really powerful and succinct.

what do you feel you're trying to say or imply with the bit about 'smelling remains of your savior' and the 'lines that we blow'?
Religion and drugs? or otherwise...

nice work. i like the layout too

ちょうしはどう？

It was sniffing the remains, but yeah the poem is about Cocaine, I was thinking about it and the way it hits you.

It is somewhat ment to be anti-coke, because it has some what of a sarcastic tone to it. You become so dependent on it the only thing left to save you is the drug, it is so your savior and that is utterly ridiculous.

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>It was sniffing the remains, but yeah the poem is about
>Cocaine, I was thinking about it and the way it hits you.

If that's what you were going for, you accomplished your goal; the subject of the poem is aparent until it's over.

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