We live on a mountain
Right at the top
there's a beautiful view
From the top of the mountain
Every morning I walk towards the edge
And throw little things off
Like car-parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever I find lying around
It becomes a habit
A way to start the day
I go through all this
Before you wake up
So I can feel happier
To be safe up here with you
it's early morning, no one is awake
I'm back at my cliff still throwing things off
I listen to the sounds they make
On their way down
I follow with my eyes 'till they crash
And imagine what my body
Would sound like
Slamming against those rocks
And when it lands
Will my eyes be closed or opened?