Watching the cliff hiding the sea,
I heaved a heavy sigh,
When I was up from the world below,
beyond it all, up high,
and I thought how you get what you give,
all this while as time goes by.
Sometimes I think I'm a wicked weed,
sometimes a godsend,
sometimes the pivot of worldly worlds,
all reality where bends,
but I'm the big black wall,
where every path ends.
To be what i truly am,
or to be someone in line,
of what he wants and truly needs,
extravagant yet sublime,
makes me bad and moral-less,
but I guess thats just fine.
