Things Become Combustible

I've got to stop feeling sorry

The world came to a halt,

it isn't my fault and it'll never be

Watching things crumbling below me

A man and his charge then took the skies

They fluttered ahead and continued to rise

I realized my burden and fell to the floor

Jealously exhausted

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I've got at least ten ideas and none of them work. I can't understand why I'm not able to create right now.

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