Edge .....

I see a  picture that seems hazy

unclear in its intentions

as if hiding behind a glass

or dew or fog

I feel a power that seems to fuel no more

neither the greed , nor the needs

as if a tumbling stone being called by water

will sink in , of living on the edge

I feel people doubting you God

tell them the only thing real is you

they take me towards the clamour , the world

they have their fake angels , every one like your kind

I feel life asking me to breathe in

for how will I realize death if never given into life

I just surrendered , started living and beyond

I feel like the coal , burnt till desire

I feel like a flower . just bloomed to admire

I pretend like a grown up , to feel their thoughts

I pretend to live on the edge, only to hide , my fear of water !