I live in a world far away from the sea
Where I see very little and nothing sees me
And that is how it seems it will be
A life void of feeling, a cage made of trees
Whose branches reach so high I'll never be free
Except there's a door, and I have the key.
What if I opened it? What if I stepped out into the world?
Bags packed, and slowly made my way to the coast
Where I would balance, walking the tightrope
My final performance.
For one night only, I test the waters.
One foot curled tightly round a steel edge
But the water's too cold, too fresh
Too raw for my own delicate
Pride to endure.
And so I recoil, standing there for a while
Watching the oceans moving as one
Inviting me in, but not caring if I stay or leave
Do I run, or jump?
In an instant I let go and dive
Headfirst, no forethought or planning involved
And the rush is electric
And my heart starts to sing
As fingertips touch and I'm finally free.
Well, that is the dream.
They say dreams are key
To progress and to beauty
But, not for me
No, dreams are my own stagnant pool
My own oil slick, so thick I can't move
Persistent and angry
Lit by my own desire to be free
From the depths of personal sabotage and treachery
Crack the whip master, roar if you please
Set light to the oceans and burn all the trees
Black smoke fills the air and I no longer see
What's waiting, coiled, ready
Like a loaded spring
It's a trap and I'm scared
Or God-giving I would be
If I were even brave enough
To feel anything.