The Drop

The asphalt beneath my feet,

4 am i'm walking down the street.

Bridge is in my sight its all I need,

Tonight she is my mistress she’s my steed.

So begins the fight.

Mornings coming slowly there’s no light.

Take the journey, take the risk I might.

She’s my vessel into night.

And the drop goes...

But I can’t go

I don’t think so

Wind on my face,

Temperature and rain just set the pace.

Morning’s coming I think that’s the case,

Looking like the suns gonna win this race.

Losing my mind,

Taking stock of all the things I find.

Taking stock of things I leave behind,

Life is inconsistent undefined.

And the drop goes...