Eyes wide, turned up toward the sky,
images flash like bright shadows in my mind.
he told me to jump,
And so I asked him, “how high?”
Come dawn, I feel afire.
Hope is teeming from my soul.
Come night, my grip is fleeting,
Not a helper, just a liar.
No soft words could bring me home,
I’ve lost my way in this delusion.
So have my sanity wrapped in shrouds
But leave my body lying flat,
So my eyes can stay wide and watching
At the tiger in the clouds.