The Edge

Sometimes I feel like these are the last ten seconds of my life
I'm on the cusp of a new existence 
I'm on the edge, the tip of the knife

In these moments when the edge is looming 
I'm about to erupt from the chaos of sound
I am reborn from an orchestra tuning
when the perfect pitch and harmony is found
It's like I'm an avalanche seconds from tumbling
I'm a force of the purist energy and power
and all around me the world is crumbling
ripe for destruction, mine to devour
I'm also the light from a star exploding
somewhere out in space 
and the colorful wheel of an apple mac loading
your cyber database

I'm a kite tethered to the earth by fraying strings
all around me there is vast and endless space
I can feel the fibers tearing and the wind beneath my wings
I'm about to be enveloped in freedom's sweet embrace
I'm an unfinished story and I'll never reach the end
instead I've reached
the edge

and I'm ready to transcend