The Art of Freefalling

Give me a pencil, give me a paintbrush, I’ll draw my desires and my fears in a rush, I’ll sketch up a home, a castle, a town, A kingdom of madness and a fool’s crown. Give me guitars, give me their strings, Let me play on ‘til I can’t feel a thing. I’ll sing about dreaming of a soul who would stay And I’ll sing about waking up breathless each day. Give me some paper, give me a pen, I’ll let my rhymes write me every now and then; For when the words fail me or die in my throat, You’ll find me on the edge of this poem I wrote.