Past the Post (Thursday)

I've been chewing the same old cud for years,
drawing circles the way i wander.
i have scoured the world and picked it clear
to the edge of the fence. beyond there,

I know past the post
there's something better than this dry wasteland.
please lord, let me go;
it's been forever since i last tasted life.

I've got to get over it.

So when i jumped the post
i thought i'd land in a new place,
but when i jumped it
all i found was boundless empty space.
and i fell down,
off the edge of time,
and kept on falling.