Dust

It's like stepping off a hundred foot pole
 It's like holding your breath, holding your breath
 Then letting go.
 It's like giving in to the bottom giving out
 It's like giving up, giving up
 Precious doubt.
 How does it feel skipping rope with your fears
 Laughing as you fall
 Can you see it all intertwined,
 Tangled vines
 Twisted lines?
 We are handfuls of dust.
 We are pieces of sky
 We are thundering silence answering why we are.
 We are zeros
 We are ones
 We're everything, everything and everyone
 We are silence
 We are storms
 We die and we are born
 We're emptiness
 We are form
 We are handfuls of dust.
 We are pieces of sky
 We are thundering silence answering why we're gods in ruins,
 Gods in the making, we are...
 We are handfuls of dust.
 We are pieces of sky
 We are thundering silence answering why we're gods in ruins,
 Gods in the making, we are...