I hoped to never agan
See this well-worn cliff
A rock against the wind
Proving nothing to itself
Unable to return to genesis
Unwilling to move on
I call it a cliff, but it is free fall
Ground with no gravity
So what is its use?
I writhe against myself
Spinning out in directionless haste
My unsettling unrest pressing outward
Stuck
I feel stuck
There is no coming of age
Without coming to terms
With the divide of dream and reality
Society and self
These themes of life played over and
Overdone - but somehow understated
A lesson never learned so easy
I can't learn not to fall if I never hit the ground
Must not there be another way?
Gulls fly in the sunset
Singing, "No, no
To fly you must fall
No, no."
But I forget my place
I am not alone
A well-worn cliff does not erode in solitude
For the world around changes with it
The gulls leave me behind
But here are those who breathe my air
Who walk this sand
And here is this sunset
Pulling night over my eyes
That when the magic trick is over
It will reappear in the east
And I will be watching
Until my feet itch with heartache
And I go
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