there's abyss ahead of me
it's pitch dark
no wings
no hope
just plenty of nothing
is it me or it's getting cold, too?
found some crumbs
in my pocket
some silly illusions
messing about
with my past
and one vivid dream
that keeps coming back
over and over
like a broken record of my strong will
I read the future with fingertips
feathers painted in led
even the safety signs are a joke
"mind the gap"
they say
I take a deep breath
and a step
forward