Cliffs

by Chronofus 12:30PM 15th August 2001

A cliff! A cliff!
All about is a cliff.
It's feet washed in sprays of mist,
Where somehow I must land.
To get up again,
To stumble across the next cliff.
To rinse and repeat, for as long as I walk.

A Cliff! A Cliff!
All about is a cliff.
With no signs,
No secrets,
No way up and no way down,
But a free fall into space,
Through the cushion of the mist.

A Cliff! A Cliff!
All about is a cliff.
It cuts me off from the future,
From the wild lands beyond,
Where rages possibilty, prospect,
And heart ache and failure,
Where beyond sight the end does lie.

A Cliff, A Cliff!
All about is a cliff.
The choice is no choice,
The lemming surfaces in us all,
Leading us on to the next big fall,
Over the edge and down the mountain side,
A warning to others of how I died.

A Cliff! A Cliff!
All about is a cliff.
The view from the bottom,
No better than the top,
From fall to climb,
Never to stop,