I am a simple man,
A grey in the rainbow clan.
I cry when pinched and smile when winked.
I lay on the grass staring at the stars, into the earth I sink.
I lie, I try, and I wish to live while wanting to die.
On the edge of the cliff I sway, If I jump will I fly?
Clutch my safe while it distorts to danger
I turn around and through the pain, I meander.
Sometimes you feel you gain too little than you have lost. We try to see beyond the ruins of our lives and find solace in the little things that go unnoticed only to find a cliff, a dead end. You might feel tempted to end it all, an escape but that is the point when you clutch the little something you have and turn around for the better.
It is not ONLY you swaying at this cliff, lets all of us swayers hold hands and hold on tight till we sail through.
