Back to the same old thing i call life....

near the edge i stand
facing the brink of death i am
fighting away from what i call life
holding back not willing to give up
wind piercing, pusing me to fall
holding back not willing to give up
fighting away from what i call life
feet slipping, mud bracing
fighting away from what i call life
holding back not willing to give up
final blow of wind blew me away
screams and piercing wind gushed my face
inches from where death stand
water embraced me like a lost son
splashes everywhere saving me
waking me
telling me
go back to where you came from
i woke up this morning
knowing that this will be the last of them days
bringing me back to what i call life...

-Wandering Dreamer-