Safe & secure at loving,
gripping knuckles tight,
cold wind, numbing hands,
gloves clumsy & slipping.
Grip round tighter again,
without even to thinking,
as if holding on to life,
up to a higher speed now.
Stronger wind pulling on,
if imagine spreading arms,
would maybe just to let go.
It's a more realistic grip on life,
when so close to die if you wanted,
so safe, even though, could let go,
holding onto life, because are hold
-ing onto,( life for) love of mine.
What is keeping me here alive?
Just need a stupid moment to realise.
