The Fall

wings clipped disgraced
i fall from the sky
an other daring to fly
to hieghts unknown
eyes always high

dreamers in wide circles
dream
returning always to the same
beginning
like a figure eight
out to eternities gate
the stars light fades
for weary eyes
that have grown tired
of ambitions pride

and what if nothing still exists
as much as silence
in a morning mist

the brain
its thoughts, its musings
are no more myself
than my feet
and my hearts
deepest yearnings