Looking for a man,
to catch me when I fall,
and he is there, waiting,
two arms open and all.

My fall has started,
A stable man I found,
the man is there, waiting
two feet firm on ground.

I'm afraid to look down,
the fall is very long,
but now it's unstopable,
I wish It could be wrong.

to trust him I fear,
not sure if I can,
to count on someone else,
what am I, insane?

I'm getting close to him,
I can hear his voice,
he says not to worry,
but it's my own bridge to cross.

the soil is very near,
and I know it now for sure,
I will hit the ground,
he's to far to secure.

meeting the ground was hard, it's true,
but softer than I thought,
maybe I learned an importent thing,
and that's the only way to be taught,

all I wanted was a hug,
but I missed it on my own,
because the man has found me,
but I missed him on the lawn.

the choice is mine,
no matter what you say,
and I have to help myself,
before I let you stay.

(21/3/06)