Living on an edge of crystal glass
I can see an ocean rolling

My eyes stare into an empty void
I  see streaks of red that flutter

A flutter of red string
....hold out your hand
The glass is breaking

I grab my self-worth I cannot see
I grab that red that I know has to be

I saw it......
I could taste it....
That was mine.......

Or Was it?

Was the red thread mine to take, to take, to take
Away from another whose eyes are just as blind
No I fear the sounds in my wake-
of the breaking glass treading my fate

That ocean rolling so near
I can't hear
So reach out your hand take all that is yours

My mouth opens as I fall