As the snowy mountains spectate on,
The wind chips at the bricks;
Erodes the walls built around me.
The cold turns the scabs of wounds into ice;
Then the blinding sun melts it all,
And off it goes to join the waters young.
The sea washes my feet, and takes away my fears,
And I finally let go;
Let go of my inhibitions, and my tears.
I jump onto a cloud, feel the wind in my hair;
Exposed to the elements, one with peace and nature.
As I travel, I find pieces of me
In places of wonder and marvel.
Lost as I was, I am finally found again.
Lying on a cloud,
I was drifting afar,
Counting the blues,
Of the sky.
Suddenly I descended,
Into greys, black and white;
Water sprayed, lighting hit;
Scared, I wondered what came of my sky,
And the sky’s blues.
Still lying on the cloud,
I never ceased to drift.
Suddenly, there I saw,
Blue peeking amongst the blacks and whites,
Around the big burning sun,
Shining with various hues and blues.
On and on I went,
Until the end of the world.
There I discovered the earth’s round and the world vast
But I plunged off the End, the cliff,
Into darkness deep and died.