How do we keep the climb?
End of the mountain now.
Up there is only sky,
trying to hold the clouds.
Can’t even scale the rain
as it is falling down.
How do we keep the climb,
when we’ve run out of ground?
Guess I’ll attempt to fly.
Reach for the stars above.
That’s what they tell a child,
they fill their words with love.
I’m stepping off the world,
into the great divide,
in between everything,
going out of my mind.
Leaving behind the lie.
Leaving behind the touch.
I’ve clung on to the world
and loved it very much,
but where I’m going now,
second star to the right,
into a story book,
I’ll be a trick of light.
How do we keep the climb?
The air is getting thin.
Up above all the birds,
only way out’s within.
I can’t go any more.
Higher than I’ve become.
Anymore life in me,
I’ll be an atom bomb.
Stepping into the stars
will be the easy part.
I’ve got it all planned out.
Don’t want to break your heart.
I’m just an astronaut,
trapped in a normal guy
falling right off the world
into the endless sky.
How do we keep the climb?
There’s no more stairs to go.
Top of all that we see.
Top of all that we know.
Where do we go from here?
Into the new unknown?
Beyond our atmosphere,
or through some new window?
Up
has always been
the preferred
direction.
-HG