How many times have I been on the edge of something, how many times have I been pulled back; in my life this has been a very big mistake. Behind The Line… I think I just want to jump and see if the grass really is greener… down there.
The minute, hour, and second hand
Me beside the past and the future can
And will remain
Exactly same
I jump absurdity
Into eternity
The velvet rope and the bouncers’ nope
Kill what’s left of hope
Call it love or lust
Me and you, no us
I jump, assail
My way into Hell
Electronic impulses find my mind
Empty and blind
Ricochet
Not one more day
I jump, the sight
In the darkness is the light
Read between the lines
And you’ll find
These words
A mistake for you girl
I jump and descend
Into madness again
Be it Heaven’s Light
Or Hell’s Right
Maybe nothing
I’m jumping
I jump God divine
To something that is mine
Maybe the grass is greener
The girls are sweeter
Heaven’s lighter
Or Hell is brighter
Than they say
So I go my own way
Flying or falling
Dying or calling
In a favor
On life I gave up
Let me sign
And jump behind the line
Copyright © 2011, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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