If feels as though I've
Forgotten where I was going.
Like I've wandered too far from
The path I'd once been on.
There's not much ahead of me, I fear.
Nowhere left to go.
No salvation.
There are only two options:
Stay here and die
Or spread my wings and fly.
I may crash and burn
Or I may find the salvation I seek.
A fear of heights is all
That keeps me grounded now.














