Always on the edge of falling apart,
like gravel landscape a fluid motion,
kicking me to the side of the road.
What’s inside that needs to part
my frame of mind, this emotion
rules I’ve never really understood.
I wanted to just live in normalcy
always the listener without fear
Yet somehow anywhere I land …
It carries beyond my infancy
when we might expect a tear
now an edge always at hand
Seems we have our own reason
to know why, yet they’re hidden
to know why, yet they’re hidden.
I stood on the edge and looked for her
to know just why, yet you were hidden
© Thom Amundsen 9/2021