……over the edge

 

I don’t know

if it’s “alright”

I don’t know

but have this to fight.

 

The shaking battles,

and the quaking rattles

and all the time

I feel I am about to begin

 

Never ending,

an infinite fight,

because at the start

all the time means

there is no flight,

 

and this perpetual

readiness to begin

means I don’t know

if it’ll be “alright”.