Sorry for the watermark. I wish it was avoidable but people really like to steal art these days. ©Throughliner

This is an idea I had based off some lyrics that I wrote a good while ago. It was a love song, also by the name Terminal Velocity, and I actually wrote it as a poem to give to somebody. It’ll be released as a song at some point. I could explain in words what it means to me, but I think it might be better to just put the lyrics here and let the two explain each other. I hope you enjoy.

Terminal Velocity

By: Noah Dawson

The home’s a little heavy

For it’s place up in the clouds

Pushing through the water droplets

As it’s heading toward the ground

Terminal velocity

Freefalling, riding gravity

No parachute to pull the string

Only half a set of wings

They pull against the force

Ever quicker toward the Earth

Only glimpses of the feeling that he needs

The thrill has lit the torch

Blazing firmly in its perch

People don’t fly but we can fall at different speeds

One plummeting fast as sound

Another may never touch down

Seems hopeless maybe, but here’s the thing

I feel that it is found

After spiraling round and round

With two wings I think that we can stick the landing

(Even if it may be accidentally)