Have you ever noticed how a sad person asks more deep questions than a happy one?
And yet I fail to come up with an especially deep question, or a particularly amusing pun.
I fail to write, and instead I stall.
So I shall leave this post wanting, it'll die in a few days.
That way, I'd have put it justly in its rightful place.
And now my tale has grown too tall.
Because we all know that isn't really true...
to serve this post justice I'd have to write it through.
Or not. I may not write it at all.
But I can't help noticing how this post is still here,
It's written, in spite of my wisdom and my fear.
Yelling 'In gravity, we fail to fall.'
