Through the wind that howls on the precipice  of my emotions I stand on the edge of this bluff feelings like I am standing tall but who do I fool for when this jester is riding high there is one person who can't see he is bluffing and that is the man who stares back at me as I fall from grace the wind begins dilute my screams faster and faster I come to reality and seeing that I stand looking to amibiton I concede to this cruelty that fantasy has wrought