The mighty canyon hears my roar,
and echoes what I'm looking for.
My head is spinning from the height.
I look below and get a fright.
Perhaps I'll close my eyes and leap
into the river wide and deep.
My death would bother nobody,
and no one would be missing me.
I used to wonder as a kid
why all emotions in me hid.
I was not there and yet I was.
When I asked why - was just because.
The em'rald waters down below
beguile my eyes and then I know
I have to face my thoughts alone,
or sink just like a stepping stone.
I'm in the middle 'tween two goals.
I always have to switch my roles.
Be this for him and that for her.
Who am I when? - I can't be sure.
There doesn't seem to be a plan
to integrate with who I am.
Confused about the roles I play,
I hiked the canyon top today.
A part of me would like to fall.
A gusty wind could end it all.
Of all the people that I like,
not one is with me on this hike.
Each one of them had some excuse.
With them I need to call a truce.
It's probable that I'm the one
preventing me from having fun.
