cliffhanging

She's pushed me down the cliff again,
and while i fall i'm thinking, if again
history repeats itself,
the bird that eats itself,
with beauty that beats itself,
then i'll change my trade,
from the knight to the knave,
with periscopic eyes,
of large and small size,
with no religious ties
and no one to save,
from stumbling down cliffs again,
while falling,thinking "if again..."
of the future shaping history,
but the end is still a mystery.

inspired by the song Idiot Prayer by Nick Cave