Fly like a bird. . . only to spiral down to the ground. 

Buried in ignorance and stagnation. Weighed down by petty issues and the mind. Only to learn to fly into the sky once more. To learn to fly higher after each time I spiral down. . .

But you know what? Sometimes I don't spiral. Sometimes I just fall. 

And then I fly again. . . 

Caught in the circle of events. Awaiting the day that I won't fall . . . and will fly through the barrier that keeps me in this world, being who I still am.

Till then, sometimes I spiral down, and sometimes I fall. . .