My words are lost
in the vastness of space.
Each one uttered
Just bounces off the
walls of my mind.
Most are never recalled;
But the ones that do
find their way back home
Are beautiful.
So, so beautiful are they
That I am often taken aback
by the beauty.
But then I question.
The beauty dissapears
As I venture closer and closer
The the edge of the Cliff of Truth.
