Pull the string
I pull the string
On my parachute
Marveling
At what I see
From this altitude
By nature bound
To solid ground
I dreamt that I could fly
And falling now
I find myself
At the mercy of the sky
And it's clear that I lack control
And it's clear that I am not my own
And it's true that the skyline keeps changing
So I close my eyes and pull the string
Now the clouds clear
And I can see
How life is suspended
So precariously
No matter where I go
Or happen to be
The horizon runs from me
The canopy
Is over me
The ground approaching fast
Soon I'll drive
The backroad home
And be with you at last
We'll talk about
What it means
To know and be still
And how to live
In a world
That we know never will
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