Fall Fall Two Times

If this works, it shall work well. Sometimes I feel junted. Like a sea-saw in the wind. Even if the sea-saw wanted to stop swaying to and fro, it is unable. Once I walked through a green park in the rain and I attempted to lock hands with a fellow Dark Horse, but I was unable. Glock; even after that much sought after shower. Tick, tick, it’s a time bomb, so lets run. To squeeze the universe into a ball and thereby, fall. Tonight, one could fall through to an earthly hell.