My book is small
it holds my thoughts
its all need
to break my fall.
'my fall?' you ask
'my fall.' I say
fall from what?
I fall so fast
I fall to fast
into the dark
into the crowd
into the vast
Into a vasy
and open space
into a cold
and broken place
Its a dark and cold
Im all alone
but I have my book.
yes, my book.
