-The gimbal- To soar is to feel, The wind in your feathers, Liberating indeed; Leaves us not souless. The experience of life, Firm on the ground, Lacking perspective, To the gimbal abound. Soaring Reaching Fighting Overcoming the plight. Taking a whole new perspective, The taste of first flight. The gimbal so stoic, Head on a swivel, Opening my eyes To survive the next level. Woes are real, Worries don't fade. Whatever my fate is, I wish it away; With basking cold water. So hope I'm not led astray. For the gimbal is the creature to center your life, Keep your head on a gimble and forget the strife. ---- To, birb.