Hold on,
But the hand pulls away,


And you fall


Into the unknown.

It has its reasons,

It has its roots,

But it’s only you,

Light as a feather,


Who doesn’t know


Where she has flown.

Carried by wind,
You see only demons,

The world is alien,

But you don’t care


You start to let go

Of the blinding fear.

You are so lonely,
But by now you like it,

Appreciate it,



Enjoy it,




You savor this time




And you don’t sh ed a tear.

The fog starts to clear,
And disappears completely,

You are newly aware


Of the beautiful world,




Perfect,




Down below.

The clock is ticking,
And everything slowly fades

With the circling minutes


It’s time to go.

Hold on…