Elevators Vs. Stairs

What do you say? Whom do you hear? When the voices fall away and there are only their shadows left in your head. I try on the cape. I even fly for a little while. Stumbling through the air in nervous hiccups. Then hit the dirt. Like a dog with its leash wrapped around its neck.

Wait for gravity. It eventually catches up. To flightless scavengers and fugitive time machines. So do the math. Toy with the consequence. Of the power contained within such an act. Determine the variables. And abide by their callous verdicts.

I'm not there. Nor will I ever be again. But I never really left that place. I took it with me. And now, something outside of me, wants it back.