The Edge

Small dancing soul At the edge of the earth I feel it lose control As the floss of the surf Feels me growing old My feet are getting cold Wonder what it means to those Who know? Now someone reads me through The script of my long life As I have no children left Whose voices may suffice What chimes through the folds, Is the feeling I controlled Most all my life and many Different aspects Now here I stand, the end in sight Relax my arms and stop the fight Feel the world move right through me Close my eyes and go to sleep.