Halls of the Dark Muse

Soar

Balanced upon the edge
it is dizzy in the air up here
feeling free as I hover
in this place

Oh to escape while
everything below becomes
so miniscule and I contemplate
my existence

But way up here
above it all
I feel my worth stronger
then ever I do down there
among the nameless faces

I don't belong in the world of man
but here I can breathe
just a little easier

Let the wind call my name
while I know each grain
and every tree speaks to me

I am alive among the
truly living, trembling
in vibrancy when not oppressed.