My alarm goes off at seven
And the news goes on
She blooms in our chest once more
Before dropping us to Hell’s pits below.
I take a lunch break at one
And the news goes on
My heart is racing as I’m
lifted,
higher
and higher
And then dropping to the cold Earth again.
My work finishes at five
And the news goes on
I’m rising past the treetops
higher than I’ve been before
I can almost see -
And then I smash into the rock below.
At ten I’m going to bed
And the news goes on
I rise up
Far past before
Up to the sky
She’s bringing me up further
and there!
I can see the horizon -
But I slip from her grasp
Falling
and
Falling
and
Falling
and the pain is paralysing
But Hope will raise me up
again
and again
and again.
Until I can reach out and touch the horizon
Until it’s between my fingertips
Until the end is here.
