my first time
 

In the moonlight, I have danced all alone
no shadows to see except for my own
again this moment has puched me against the wall
broken spirits weaken my grib and I'm about to fall

standing at this place where I can see
all the possibilities they are to set me free
a single thought has crossed my mind
.....

how can I go on?
already I am not whole
nobody can give back what you've stole
at least I can't think up someone

the cold air strucks my face with glacial spikes
each with it's own pain
how much more could I gain
before I slip away and fall before this moving train

suddenly the cold has disappeared
I climb back down
it happened as I had feared
here I am, again, standing with two feet on the ground