My teeth are chattering
No speck of oxygen in my lung
The air is thin
Around me is all infinity
They circle the ground and stare at the sky for my fall
No one else was dumb enough to climb it at all
I follow the smoke, dropping crumbs as a joke
But they're not really a joke
Does it matter?
Does it matter at all?
They only built the start
Forgot the counterpart, there's no end.
Too late to turn around
I'd never reach the ground
May as well keep pulling rungs
And follow lines past the sun
On to other stars
And maybe I'll pass through one
Till the day will come when I can't move a thumb
Following the trail of crumbs