Hanging on a precipiceHalf awake and half asleep.
In dreams where nothing is amiss,
I long for the abyss.
I long for the abyss.
Stretching to the sky,
I smile to be free.
Flying to the stars so high,
Far from the trappings that hold me.
Then I look at what I left behind,
Resting on that bed.
It’s so easy to drift in wind:
To free myself for good.
Yet that time is not yet here,
And with a longing for the sky,
I return, once more near.
Slumber’s call overtakes the stars.
