Sometimes I wander into emptiness
Inside my head, tiptoeing timidly,
And sneaking over edges, acquiesce,
In thoughts of life and death, and vividly
Sculpture the cliff with epitaphs. Sometimes.
And at others, I track back, hearkening
To what sails in the wind, flutters and chimes,
To whatever's left amid darkening
Dusk, the orange, eviscerated sun.
The lure of the fall's never been stronger,
Never sweeter the desire to shun.
I smile at that precipice. Death monger -
Hoping to trip but failing in gumption
Absolve me, pull me to my redemption.
Inside my head, tiptoeing timidly,
And sneaking over edges, acquiesce,
In thoughts of life and death, and vividly
Sculpture the cliff with epitaphs. Sometimes.
And at others, I track back, hearkening
To what sails in the wind, flutters and chimes,
To whatever's left amid darkening
Dusk, the orange, eviscerated sun.
The lure of the fall's never been stronger,
Never sweeter the desire to shun.
I smile at that precipice. Death monger -
Hoping to trip but failing in gumption
Absolve me, pull me to my redemption.
