burning all the time
but you'll never turn to ash
nevermind the chatter
it doesn't really matter.
when you're at the end
looking stories down
and you can't turn around
you have to just jump
and forget about the ground.
nevermind the prize
'cause you're never gonna win
ending all the time
still nothing new begins.
try to close your eyes
and make believe it doesn't sting
searching all the time
just to find nothing
resisting every urge
to jump and run for days
only wishing to feel whole,
still incomplete in every way.