Grasp What's Not There

April 7th, 2008

How can you hold something back when you can't contain it?

I can't do it, I can't hold something back that I can’t get a grip on.
Even if I could grab it, I'm sure it would slip out of my hands like water.

You can’t control something that's not a part of you.
You will keep falling through and through.

I feel the do's turn to dont's, madness turn to sanity, my eyes can see without opening.
I walk off the ledge, yet I do not fall, and now I stare at you and I don't feel a thing, and I turn away and smile.

I slip my hands into my pockets, and walk away whistling a tune.
The same one I would sing to you.