Falling

Too many days have gone by,
Yet I still sit here, and ask myself why,
Why we need to scream, hurt, accuse and lie,
What makes us desperately fall, at the need to make others cry,

And so I had walked away from my past,
Only to come back so true if not so fast,
To the dream which makes us kick after it has passed,
To the dream with the crashing sense determined to ever last.

Imagine a world in which words keep falling,
Imagine... A sad world, where letters and papers come crawling.

Misunderstood, words are translators of all emotion,
Which is why a raven will always question me, question my devotion,
But ravens have never understood me; they just watch and take notion,
Of what it is like to live on paper pressured by depths of an entire ocean.

Yet again, I can hear the sound of the eternal strings,
Angels carefully holding on, carelessly letting me go without wings,
Will you fall with me? Catch the golden words embedded in silver rings?
Will you become a raven? Watch me awaken from endless falls and endings.