Away from the pleasures of the countryside,
those green grass of innocence,
I stand on this cliff, leaving beside
the better part of my marathon.
I jump to fall, to fly
Out from the warmth of the twigs
in the thirsty ocean dappled dry
with fierce currents of uncertainty.
Where will my eyes open, if they,
I don't know
the horizon of the new day
I jump, slaughtered with the currents. |
