Going on Out

August 31, 2003

I keep holding on, here.
I'm just stepping up to take the steps
that will make it okay, make me ready
to say goodbye.
The thoughts of just what
was part of me and lost to me just
fall through me into the place
where time will stop.
Never again worry about this.
Never worry about any of it again.
Just a chance to take this leap
and jump off the edge of the world.
I'm still looking over that edge.
I'm still waiting for you to come
and touch my hand to tell me
it's time to go, now.
It's time to go.
It's time for us to go now.