With distain I abhor the way I feel
Or is it the way I think?
The interplay between thought and feeling
Manufacturing the shadows on my consciousness
I stand on the lip of the overhang
Where I had stood so many times before
I look out to where I had stepped
On that bridge that just disappeared
Here I am again
Looking over the same cliff
Shadows creating the illusion
Is it there?
Swaying in the breeze
I just cannot tell what is real
My bruises still a little raw
From when I fell before
But somehow I should get to the other side.