CLIFFHANGER By Tom Jensen
Alone again
I hold myself solely responsible
Inside my looking glass of soul
Peeking through the cracks
Falling, falling, falling…fell
Did I find the right way to go?
The answer is yes but not too well
A burning candle
Proves meager
In this world of electricity
Traveling great distances
Can be quite hard to handle
Even though I am eager
To build upon my legacy
And meet and greet my destiny
Yet I fear our meeting
May be a little premature
Slipping and sliding
On Mother Nature’s
Curves and contours
Down the mountain
Off the cliff
Straight on towards
The black abyss
My fault
My path
I’m the one who chose it
My life
My clay
I’m the one who molds it
No standing and longing
No wondering, “What if?”
I climbed up the mountain
And then I fell off the cliff
Alone again
I hold myself solely responsible
Inside my looking glass of soul
Peeking through the cracks
Falling, falling…fell
Did I find the right way to go?
The answer is yes but not too well