Trying to change this habit of flight,
discover ways to retain this light
On brittle precipices, gain eyes
Minding my feet to spot fracture sites
Can't help but notice I'm wandering,
I'm wasting all my time
Seeking assurances that live inside,
still somehow hard to find
How long can ideas keep their shine?
Arms shaking holding my staff this high
And if at some point I put it down,
I wonder if you'll still be around
