Here I am ,

stood on the edge of forever

expecting to fly ,

all my days have receded now

and it’s time to say ” goodbye ” ;

I recall how I fumbled

all that I was given

as I stumbled

onto the ground with a cry ,

and I wondered whether

I really did hear you sigh ?

There am I

standing on the edge of forever

expecting to fly ,

and I wonder whether

I’ll get to say to myself – ” goodbye ” ?