Canyon
Canyon
If I took your words too harshly
While walking down this path my feet would've surely grown heavy and given in to the wind
Meaning when I've reached the end of this path
I probably would've jumped over a thousand times
Meaning I've would've stopped yearned to kick dust up at the bottom
And I would've enjoyed grasping the breeze racing through the gaps between my fingertips
As I clenched it pretending it would slow down my untimely end and allow this fall to last almost forever
Meaning I can savour the thrill for that junkie inside me
Who wants nothing more than something to play with
Play as in the olden days when children laughed and scraped knees climbed trees and got stuck on gates
Just because
They felt like it
and it didn't matter because they were happy
Happy
They almost had it too easy
Than being happy was no longer cool because everyone has to care about what everyone is doing
But those freaking young urchins didn't care
They were too busy with their buffoonery
Until they grew up and were forced over the edge of this canyon
Why would I leave myself here?
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