Up there I can see a ledge,
In the stone wall above an edge.
If I reach out my arm and stretch,
My fingertips might reach that edge.
Oh stay focused my tired eye,
Don’t look down below, search the sky.

I reach,
I jump,
I grab,
It holds.
And for a moment I can rest.

Finally I can take a deep breath, in and out.
My eyes wandering through the landscape around.
I feel a smile run across my lips.
Right behind swells pain in my wrist.

I push it away to the back of my mind.
To dream up a life of a different kind.
Dancing on this edge with a glas of wine,
Reading and feeling warm from the sunshine.
That moment, still in thought, makes me feel free.
Letting me forget how far the fall would be.

The rock starts to tremble, my fingers begin to slip.
Will this be the end of my trip?
This rest might’ve been to long in length,
My arms having lost their last strength,
To climb without another stop,
In order to reach the top.

Why can I not hang on this rock,
Until the last tick of my clock?
And if the rock cracks off the wall,
Why not join it in it’s fall?
Why keep pushing upwards and climb,
If I don’t know whats there to find?

Need to make a decision here, and fast.
If I rest to long my strength might not last.

The stone gives in,
I hear a crack,
Oh no,
I’m falling back.

The air hissing in my ear,
On my cheek a single tear.
Earth coming closer as I find,
The choice to make wasn’t mine.
Dreaming of a life in my mind,
Approaching fast the end of my time.

Zaragoza, 25.01.2025