Crash. Swoosh. Quiet.
Walking along the edge
One foot in front of the other
Crash. Swoosh. Quiet.
Like a tightrope over water
Crash. Swoosh. Quiet.
Back against the bridge
Wet eyes closed tight
Crash. Swoosh. Quiet.
One single movement
Not accompanied with goodbye
Four walls all around
One ceiling and one floor
Enclosed with no way out
Scratching and screamming
Looking for a door
Nothing but darkness
Breathing gets harder
Hope slips away slowly
Panic rises and reality sinks in
There is no way out
A tug of war that does not move
A rope attached to a solid wall
You pull and pull but nothing works
Tiring you out with each battle lost
The time between wars provide respite
Yet not long enough to recover
It continues on making you weaker and weaker
Until one day the rope gives in
You come crashing to the ground
Dancer in the Wind 