on the edge of the cliff in my brain.

A pocketful of paradoxes contradict me left and right,
Tunnel vision served me well for so long,
But I’ve lost sight, and now I’m stumbling blindly,
Tumbling down kindly kills that lend their knowledge
To wisdom bruises. There’s missing pages in my heart,
And unwritten chapters of my soul,
The promise of summer found a spark long silenced,
And fanned the flame of spontaneity,
The pendulum swings,
Spirit awakened,
Vivente!