God,
walking, and
walking,
take a place to sit and just admiring
the midnight sky
staring at the full white moon
and
smiling,
and
crying,
because for the first time
(in a
long time)--
I'm
happy
not because of a
her, or
he,
or
anything I should (but didn't) be
(and somehow I managed to live
1,000 lives--overnight)
And
you should see the sun when he wakes up
(because you've waited all night,
walking,
and
walking)
somewhere,--yes, I do believe--
I found
me.
You can keep your ecstasy,
I've found a better way.
>>and tomorrow I'm jumping out
of a plane
(not without a parachute,
of course)