But if I keep going against the wind
Keep testing my toes over the rim
Then I am sure to fall

Sure to fall where no one will hear
The soft thud
Then the ensuing silence
As another sunrise
Goes from blue, to red, to day

It's spring and things are good
So why think about the rim
It is better just to let the sun
Do its morning dance
While I stand soldier like
Watching large holes in the ground
Collect light as they always have
Filling in their shadows and edges
While clouds of unearthly
Early morning color
Drift aimlessly.