I was hanging on by a little thread.
Just minutes before I was on a mountain.
I screamed "I can see all."
The ground broke from the sound.
It was all built on nothing,
and the pretty lights down below
begged me to just let go;
to let myself be condemned;
to start again.I opened up my aching hands.
I went down like an avalanche.
I took with me the things I found.
I used them to help slow me down,
and start again.Caution: the solid ground that you
are on will slide from under you.
