My eyes are only half open
Why shouldn’t I fall asleep
My arms are shivering, shaking
Why shouldn’t I let go
I’m come to the end of the line
time to step
off the walkway
leap quickly
off the log
But I’m not tired of this beauty
Not tired at all…
I’m holding on
I’m holding on
No other choice but to fall
Indecision is stifling
My illuminated skin gives anything away
An empty room, a suffering life
A sky is your bedroom, a world apart
Still hanging on a ledge
fingers slipping
ever
so
slowly
I have no one left
I exist alone
My fingers know this
they’re chilled to the bone
I’m not a wasted life
But I can’t
hold on anymore
No real existence to grasp
No other choice but to fall
I feel your absence before I hit the ground
Shouldn’t that say something
about me
about you
I understand there’s no one here but me
Sitting on my shoulder
my soul holds its story
Before I hit the ground
I wish you were here
I wish you were not
I don’t know what I should fear
I’m still falling
You’re my tiger’s eye
I can’t
no, I can’t decide
Why should I wake
when this dream world is better?
Why should I fly
when falling is so
exhilarating?
I’m still falling…
falling…
And on the other side of the world
You
Wake up.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem