Past the Post (Thursday)

I've been chewing the same old cud for years,

drawing circles the way i wander.

i have scoured the world and picked it clear

to the edge of the fence. beyond there,

I know past the post

there's something better than this dry wasteland.

please lord, let me go;

it's been forever since i last tasted life.

I've got to get over it.

So when i jumped the post

i thought i'd land in a new place,

but when i jumped it

all i found was boundless empty space.

and i fell down,

off the edge of time,

and kept on falling.