Reaching towards the sky
to heaven or die
climbing higher and higher
walking like a tightrope walker

The cloud of fog
as thick as smog
clouding my vision
of the sun that has risen

Through the trees
I hear the seas
The waves crashing
The fish thrashing


Standing on the edge
Atop the rock ledge
The water down below
It's not time to go


My feet dangle there
As the wind rustles my hair
All seems at ease
But I buckle at the knees


Life comes in stages
Internally a war wages
For my life yet to come
The feelings are numb

Why am I here
Does anyone know of my fear
Left utterly alone
Picked dry to the bone

I think of my purpose
Is it really worth it
To get up day after day
In search of the way


As day turns to night
With the loss of the light
The stars come out
And a coyote shouts


The world has adjusted
The night sky been dusted
With lights far away
Making a way


A way out of this life
A life filled with strife
The choices seem few
The world a dark hue

I am pushed past the line
my thoughts intertwine
the past brought me here
to sit down in fear

I don't want to go
I stepped out of the row
I messed up the system
went beyond their wisdom

I am sick of the order
all kept in a border
we must follow a model
they feed from a bottle

we aren't individual
there is no residual
everything made perfect
but then life isn't worth it

atop this cliff
I don't feel stiff
there are no ropes or chains
but there will always be pains

the pains are scars
from the permanent bars
that hold us in
and let them win

out here there is peace
the torment and laughs cease
there is no one to laugh
because I am only a half

or at least so they say
behind my back everyday
I am half freak
and the other half weak

no one to turn to
I am held here like glue
the ocean is my way
because I cannot stay

I will be a symbol
for the weak and nimble
others will take heed
someone will take the lead

I long to be a tree
they don't buckle at the knees
they stand tall and proud
the leaves cover them like a shroud

they grow as tall as they please
there lives full of ease
not shunned or restricted
only by weather afflicted

I could stand tall and silent
they are not violent
I suppose I already am
yet uprooted by a dam

I am a fallen tree
and that will set me free
as I back up from the edge
nothing is my wedge

I crouch like a racer
as I see the red laser
as if staining my shirt
but it doesn't hurt

I take off and fly
I soar so high
the screams are distant
I am resistent

I am lost in the sea
but at least I am free
as free as a tree