I'm in a spiral, I let it flow

I tried to climb, but let it go

You levitate we're not the same

For my heavy backpack I am to blame

I carry the photos of what is the past

They age like a wine I'm letting them rest

Bitter but sweet, warming my heart

In grapes of the present I'm not taking part

Slowed by the burden, weakened by pain

I know I should drop it, I've put up a flame

Don't others have it? Some move so light

Can tree face the storm with no roots to hold tight?

I'm cutting the line

My diamond so blue

I need to be fine

Fine without you

lukapirc