Fear Of Falling

Fear of falling
Of sliding down
Might as well accept
She’s not calling
Not coming back
Four words
All it takes to drive me over the side
Forge another line
And take back what was mine
Don’t look so helpless
You’ve them all on your knees
Locked on silver screen
We were younger
In the summer past
Four winds to sheets
And cast me over side
Forewarned of the cost to buy ourselves some time
Seeking passage in outer-space in a line