Well, I've finally done
it;
I've
reached the ragged edge
Standing on a razor blade, cold wind blowing through
Naked against the elements, wondering just how I made it here and whether this is a healthy place scary out here, thousands of feet straight
It's
To
the
unknown
at the
to
my
soul
be
down
bottom of the abyss, and no way out
my flying skills are long neglected, antiquated The constant pull of my humanity pulling me against the cold But up, and steel
edge
Or past
it
if
I'm not careful of how and
How can you
step out in faith
when I step when you've forgotten what
means? But now the contemplation of how things used Pulls me back to reality, and I find That aloneness
is
only as bad as you conceive
to
it
be
to
be
You're never on the edge of sanity unless you want to be
And Is a
all it
you back
takes to bring
word, a touch; simple caring gestures
But so often never seen
until the flowers lie
instead of in the grasp of the one they were
Tres
Wood
on the casket
meant
for.
it
