You find yourself on a precipice
(And inevitably you will)
A choice has to be made
When you're high up on the hill
You're in-between-worlds at the top
In a place neither here nor there
No backwards and no staying still
You'll have to go elsewhere
Looking back at where you've been
You're trying to return
But as you turn to look around
Your trail's about to burn
The footsteps of your path are lit
And now are up ablaze
You can't remember where you've been
A memory in haze
You crawl back in desperation
Clinging on to life of past
But flames have burnt your fingertips
You turn around at last
Now you're swaying back and forth
You know you have to move
You know you have to jump forward
But your brain does not approve
You can't remember Who You Were
Yet don't know Who You Are
Looking over from the top
The ground is just too far
You see whatever you want to see
Your hill will look like you
Maybe you'll see tops of trees
Or maybe you'll see blue
Perhaps your hill is symbolized
A metaphoric scene
A void of real nothingness
Describing what you mean
As you stare in unknown space
You try locate the floor
And then you get a curious sense
That you've been here before
Your body starts to tingle
Activating memory
You don't remember name or age
But you know the hill clearly
You realize that you've made the jump
But you can't remember when
You know you've been between-the-worlds
And here you are again
