A/N: This, like most of my work, started from a very small fragment. Usually, it's a line (or in this case, the first two), and this one little piece will stay with me for days, or even weeks, before it becomes anything. I hope you enjoy it.

Tell me, can you fly and not fall?

Or do you fall gracefully, too?

There's no stopping you now

that quiet lies are truths anew

Tell me, can you fly and not fall?

Or do you fall, and take it all?

Spin your greed, spit your hate,

I've no time and you can't wait,

So take your leave- i'll still be,

After you fall, without a thing.