I sit on the edge of the world
where the sea meets the galaxy
and the water
begins to float.

I no longer think
of where I am
or where I am going to be
or where I was.

I am here
where the sky
is on fire.

They don't know you like I know,
Precariously balanced life taking its toll.
Don't be a Theseus, I'm not an Ariadne,
No threads to pull in our mazes, madly.

Its not a puzzle, we made our sacrifices,
No battles here to fight, no throwing dices.
You can never pretend to love or hate,
Nor can you hide your anger or elate.

There is no riddle, no evil lion-sphinx,
You're not an Oedipus, who's journey above links.
The problems you are running from - just face it.
I hate to know that I need you - embrace it.

Tell me if Earth is flat or round,
She hears thin weeping willow's cry.
How planet was this built is too profound.

Tell me about the origins of life.
Where sky was dark, no sound,
Just glimpse of His first light.

Tell me about the waterfall of words
That tends to spill and drown
The valleys of my life.

Tell me about your sins and virtues.
The only truth I want to know
Is if they hurt you.

Tell me why quiet is your tongue,
And why the burden of this time
confusion and debation sprung.