of energy and synergy
till I'm almost over the
edge
grasping the ledge
do I want to slip, drip
thru the lip of the lie
to die
to self
and realize the ties
that bind
or blind
and lead the mind
on a trip to the sea
where the bubbling breeze
flows over me
whispering promises
that I must believe
to recieve
what I know will flow
thru the sieve
into me...