It releases its wings, I stay ahead of myself at arms reach. A symbol of times to come, I am a cube in a peg. And I sit with myself only to find there is no one there.
I push myself off a cliff, I land on my feet. I wait for a man in white to show up and tell me itβs ok. To lose myself I hang on to what I once was. This is not everything but itβs alot.
