- Peter Bonino
I'm falling Maybe I'm dying I've found that perfect light And I can hear it calling me Yet dragging my soul Deeper into it so there is nothing else Just it and me I flip and spin in directions unclear Like haze upon an unlit cobblestone road Thinking that I'm nowhere Yet moving the whole time In a direction, pre-destined Since the beginning of my life My hopeless and senseless life Who would take the time to choose my fate? Am I lost? Is loosing myself merely my perception? Maybe I think I'm running in circles Like wandering through a forest Have I been here before? Did I break this branch? Have I rested upon this tree? Have I sipped from this creek?