where is myself and where is the world
time to be looking
time to stand upon this narrow point
so precariously balanced
time to fly?

where is the light and where is the dark
wild zebra stripes flash across my field of vision
who are you, where are you, black or white
the light is carefully shaped
by the surrounding nothingness

words form themselves, slipping out, slipping away
before i can capture their meaning they vanish
words disappear behind you, into you, away from you
they are gone and i'm here in the dark

jagged streaks of lightning closing in on my newfound treasure
strike me, burn me, take me and no one else
let me be the shield but i'm only a whisper
so let me whisper it all away

here i am standing on top of the years
ready to soar or tumble to my death
or maybe ... maybe to fall through the sky
abducted by a stray burst of wind

if my skin can handle the thorns
if my brief shelter can last through the storm
if i can hold what is tattered and torn
if i could become airborne …

well then maybe maybe the rain could heal us