Breaking the fall
is only done
with your head screwed on.
Getting away
with it all
is a ruthless chore
and nothing more.
I’m fading away in the world,
but my light still shines.
Decayed, but amazed that it hurts
when your body’s striking mine.
The ego has to go,
there’s no more room
for a one man show.
Lost in the afterglow,
there’s more to know
than what’s our own.
It never gets easier.
Love only complicates life,
yet you’re feeding it.
Banking on some kind of payoff,
believing it.
The only big lies
are the ones we tell ourselves.
You can’t catch me as I’m falling,
your arms were never there.
Laughing as you stand above me,
pushing me down the stairs.
I might break
and I might tumble;
I might never say a word,
but I’m learning to be humble
in a temporary world.
My body might be able
in return
receive the Earth,
’cause I’m training to be stable,
never sure what’s coming first.
Might be a fist, might be affection,
even time can’t tell, it seems.
So long since I’ve admitted
that I’m just as scared,
yet better prepared
than I’ve ever been.
HG – 2016
