By A Thread


The clouds are sailing lightly.
Oh, if only I wasn't afraid of heights.
I've been at the top of this hill many times,
just too scared to take flight.

With everything going on, I could easily get lost;
but in the end, there would be a cost.
The ones I love would only be left waiting for memory loss,
like me.
So I'm stuck here breathing weakly.

I keep telling myself to not dwell,
but it is another feeling that I have learned so well.
I'd like to really believe things do get better,
but the future's so fucking unpredictable,
just like the weather is.
Hit or Miss.

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