Falling into Change

Body and brain
on the cusp of change,
tiptoes nearing the edge of
adulthood.

Poised and ready
to soar down the drop...
but i am stalling.
Instead of flying
i'm falling.

My spirit jolts me
into reality,
like the dream
where you startle,
and wake
after you've fallen.

And i'm back at the top,
waiting to fall
waiting to stall.
Again...
nearing the border,
knowing natural order
will drag me down
soon enough.