While freedom beneath me slips
and peace flows lapping at my feet,
rain clouds came looming shadowing
my thoughts with scenes of drowning
at the shore of one more wide shot.
So I return, changed, the way you should be.
Or maybe not. It's been too long.
I have to try or die not knowing
what it must be like to live in that sea
where I have learned not to panic.
I shall jump from the cliff with hope,
diving deep into the depths
or crashing against the rocks.
Then sleep before all the fire blew out,
knowing you knew that light dies
one by one in the nightsky.
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