Roots

I will never be there again
the place I came from
land of origin to everything that is holding me together
it seems time spins between points of no return
with every step and every breath
I push my luck off the cliff
amused to death
as the precipice grows under my feet
wasteland of the past
that silent abyss behind curtain of today
hanging still
deep space of far and away
from everything life meant to bring
to remain precious for ever