Monday, October 4, 2010

Insanity

I stood on the precipice
Just past the final threshold
The stars were shining brightly
That no cloud was able to dim them

I balanced on the end of the stick
Just a bit before the last millimeter
The water below was hot, I could sense it,
That no amount of ice would stop it from boiling

I was on the top of the skyscraper
Just a step under the baby blue sky
I glanced below, and thought,
Maybe I would float if I threw myself down

I stood on the precipice
Just past the final threshold
I dreamt like I never dreamt before
I sang like I never sang before

I listened to the moon