Man on my edge

I see myself too clearly now

And my heart aches, it’s tired of beating for a man who has taken so many beatings himself

My lungs rest in their sombre mood

Why breathe for a man who can’t catch his own breath?

My eyes, they droop, and my eyelids rest in grimace

Hidden well between the wrinkles on my face

What is left for me to see now, I have lost all courage to see and observe

The world spins quietly for me, a man who has lost his place in the world

And my tears seem to make my vision a bit blurred

I know deep down, there has to be a single last thread of hope and joy, which I can cling to selfishly, unabashedly,

But I don’t search, out of the fear of finding my own soul shedding a tear

The world can push me to a limit, which I cannot accept as my own

And after the limit, I am a free man, a wandered child, battered and grown

Ed lithium