Always - a fool hearted game.

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.