empty vial

red viaduct

i stand here, on my feet,

looking down into the ethereal body of water

 

it\'s calling me,

my vocation 

 

the orbs above me,

they cry out to me, too

urging me to take the step,

walking out the door that\'s been closed 

 

with my hand

i reach out 

and the forgiving breeze holds on,

not letting go,

and drawing me in

 

i\'ve endured long enough

and now\'s my time 

 

i lock my eyes,

and let myself go