Commitment Move I got to let go, as I swing out to my grip, I feel like I’m flying as I snag the rock lip, I anchor one foot; I know I won’t slip, In my mind…, but in my mind, I am falling. I push back the image, and push on through my climb, To get to the top, (there’s no top, I will find), I am not secured; I’ve cut all ties that bind, Up, and up more, but I am falling. It’s getting quite dark as I hang on the face, No ropes or tie downs, I will hang here in space, I’ll sleep in my eyrie, fall asleep in my place, But I’m falling, catch me, I’m falling. In the frost covered morning, all sweaty with dreams, I continue my climb, while my consciousness streams, The Sun beams, they mock me, with laughs and then screams, “You’re falling!” I’m falling…, I’m falling.
Posted on: Wed, 07 Aug 2013 22:36:54 +0000
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