I'm standing on a cliff and want to jump
I think angels will guide me gently down
But if I land with bloodied deadly bump
Then won't I look just like a stupid clown?
Can someone push me off so I can fly?
Or failing that get smashed upon the ground
I wish that I were brave enough to try
I'd like to be an angel flapping around.
If only I believed there was a point
A reason I should try to try again
That did not put my conscience out of joint
Or hit my psyche like a speeding train.
I'm scared to stay but also scared to go,
Often I doubt the things I think I know.
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