turning around to pick up the pieces...

it's been a vertical climb up the cliff face...
against all odds he's been able to hang on for such a long time already...
he's finally there, he's looking over the cliff edge to see what's on top...
"So this is it... this is the reason i climbed so high..."
the sight doesn't please him... he doesn't like it.. but he can't do it... a song is playing in the air high above the world... he sits amongst the clouds all the more overwhelmed by stupidity...
but now he understands... he's seen the picture... he knows the ending if he goes pulls himself onto the top...
"No... this is not my end... so goodbye my friend until we meet again some other day..."
letting go he holds out his arms to as if he's soaring like a eagle... and to the blind he seems to only fall and not soar... but he's flying... flying away into the distance right back to where he started... picking up the pieces to a old life left behind starting a completely unseen path... the new one he's been looking for ceases to exist... no backward glance of regret...

*Now Playing Hoobastank - Say The Same*