Flipping Hamburgers

I stand In the center of the sky And I watch my Aquaintances jump up and down Adjacent to me, Each reaching their highest Point, Only to meet their starting Surface And sink into the trampoline Of life, Crying from their broken limbs And fingers, But laughing as they fly back Into mid-air. How pitiful. And I watch them, My eyes turning ever so slowly. I don't pursue Happiness. But only peace Will fill my heart. Alas, I might join my Friends down there. I cannot defy the Law of Gravity. And I scream and break My limbs. But that would be only once, For I would stay at the bottom While my wounds heal. My friends scream and Laugh. My face freezes cold. Should I jump And break a limb? I might as well. "Come join us!" They screech as they Land by my side, Rubbing their twisted ankles. "Come join us!" They say, stretching their Now unusually shaped bodies In mid-air. And I just stare, Breathing, healing, and living, Watching them slowly wear Away. Their noses bleed, covering the Stretchy surface below, mixing With vomit, Spilling over the sides. Some of their body Parts rip off, Some of which I dare not say here. One of their toes Bounces off the sides, Getting itself clamped in Between the springs, Where it snaps in half. And I just stare Until I'm seeing Flipping hamburgers. The day You'll suffer the greatest Shall be the day After You've flown in Heaven, After you've glided In Cloud Nine. You'll hit Hell And Cloud None. But, Why should I complain? The world Must be balanced, you know. I just stare, Breathing, healing, and living Until I'm seeing Flipping hamburgers, Watching them Slowly... Wear Away.