The Milky Way

It was the first time that I had decided this life was not for me. I stood on top of an old castle's citadel. And tried with honour and determination's help to just let go. To just let go. The crowd below, though not invited was licking lips and softly grinning. They were beginning to shout the word, just one sweet word it spelled out 'Jump'. So, to oblige, not be a nuisance, I closed my eyes and did imagine that, in the valley of my dreams there was a hope which would be waiting, and it was called by a good name, it was the milk yes, do not doubt it, it was the milk of human kindness. And all of it was surely there to welcome me, perhaps I was the human honey. There never was no talk of blindness.