edge walkin'

 

      It’s like walkin’ on the edge and wondern’ is the next step the last. Tricking death with each stumble, turn, and jump. A tease to the pain of falling. It’s like finding a small outlet to freedom in these hated confines of society. Dancing to no music but your own. It’s like waving away the pain while bathing in old car oil. Its child time happiness when the feeling and numbers don’t match. It is knowing no pain. For only a moment; before reality calls. And all it is…is trying to keep balance on broken sidewalk edges.

 

Author's Note

Cp. 12:19PM Tx. Thu 01/10/08 Saosin True Free Inspiration, forced fin, tired, bleak eyes, blah here (Written, Tobi.)