Always walking along the precipice. Torn open between the
soaring wind and warm gravity. Trying to fly with all that weight. Searching,
forever searching. Building destinations of freedom out of dreams that may not
be mine. Yet so sure that salvation is one obstruction away. Dangling in the
distance like a beautiful mirage, there lies the promise of home. To which all my
hope and focus lay claim. Lost in a maze of my own making, playing a foolhearted
game.
