Free Fall

Rock-a-bye, baby,
On the tree top.
When the wind blows,
The cradle will rock;
When the bough breaks,
The cradle will fall,
And down will come baby,
Cradle and all.

Between birth and death, we happen.
We fall towards the life-bearing earth
Like babies off a tree
Living in a free fall.

Between wake and sleep
We cut time up into an eternity of nanoseconds;
Between truths we lie on
Our imagination of life on the ground.

Between now
And the eternity our minds can conceive
We hold on to the fall, believing
That only the fall, will set us free.