the edge.
i am posed on the edge of the world
and i'm overlooking houses made of glass and steel
staring at flowers that are popping from the crevices
and surfacing like wreckage when i try to make sense of it
bam, the moment hits me
the pattern becomes real
sophisticated even
i am lost in this decision.
i stand perplexed and head over heels
lost in everything and nothing for the first time in years
because if seeing is believing
than i've just seen too much
and something so pure
is too perfect to touch.
squinting i can see the metal bend and break
i can see the glass formulate
a shape i've never quite grown occustumed to
no matter how many times i've tried.
this has to be real
i can tell from the surreal bends of light
that shoot up into the sky like fireflies in flight
like a message to heaven, or a message come back
to keep me aware, or grounded, or just plain dumbfounded.
it doesn't really matter.
it's still there
and it's blinding me entirely
with it's mulilayered glare.
i am mesmerized, and i've lost control
but it's the ground below me that keeps me still
watching though isolated feelings that i
still can't recognize, even through all these years
of countless, endless fears and nightmares
there's still that thought there.
and all i have to do is turn around,
am i willing to let my feet touch the ground
or will i stay floating there, away from all my cares?
if i can just close my eyes enough
i can make out a sillhouete.
it's stretching like the ocean
and it's moving like a stream of light
so perfect that to blink would mean it's demise.
a soul to young to care and a soul to close to share
a positive for every negative.
an action for every reaction
and ion without a charge.
it is this that reminds me that the world is at large.
and i'm overlooking houses made of glass and steel
staring at flowers that are popping from the crevices
and surfacing like wreckage when i try to make sense of it
bam, the moment hits me
the pattern becomes real
sophisticated even
i am lost in this decision.
i stand perplexed and head over heels
lost in everything and nothing for the first time in years
because if seeing is believing
than i've just seen too much
and something so pure
is too perfect to touch.
squinting i can see the metal bend and break
i can see the glass formulate
a shape i've never quite grown occustumed to
no matter how many times i've tried.
this has to be real
i can tell from the surreal bends of light
that shoot up into the sky like fireflies in flight
like a message to heaven, or a message come back
to keep me aware, or grounded, or just plain dumbfounded.
it doesn't really matter.
it's still there
and it's blinding me entirely
with it's mulilayered glare.
i am mesmerized, and i've lost control
but it's the ground below me that keeps me still
watching though isolated feelings that i
still can't recognize, even through all these years
of countless, endless fears and nightmares
there's still that thought there.
and all i have to do is turn around,
am i willing to let my feet touch the ground
or will i stay floating there, away from all my cares?
if i can just close my eyes enough
i can make out a sillhouete.
it's stretching like the ocean
and it's moving like a stream of light
so perfect that to blink would mean it's demise.
a soul to young to care and a soul to close to share
a positive for every negative.
an action for every reaction
and ion without a charge.
it is this that reminds me that the world is at large.