In the midst of summer
I remember the fall
Afraid of heights
Afflicted by vertigo
The world is a tautology
The places that I go
Remind me of those times
I spent in the trees
Looking down
Not realizing my fear
But I don't dream
Of yesterdays
That never happened
Instead I believe
In the bankrupt promises
Of tomorrow
There doesn't seem to be
A sense of proportion
To the reckoning
Of the present generation
There only seems to be
A retrenching
And a retreat
Toward an inner wall
This wall is an analogy
That reflects
Upon our stubbornness
And our inability
To see ourselves
As we really are
What are we
After all
We're nothing more
Than a somewhat cohesive
Band of molecules
Floating through
A limitless universe
Knowing full well
That total dissipation
Is just around
The corner
