poem to consider

some kind of reckless nothing, flooding through my veins
some kind of wicked urging, putting sin to shame
if i close my eyes, and reach my hand up high,
will my life be there above me, or will all there be is sky?
a pheonix tail of broken hearts, left spinning in my wake
and all along the yearning keeps dragging me away
but if only for my sake, i shall always heed the call
if pride go before the fall, then heaven guide my steps
i'm running out of space to breathe in,
running out of room to be,
and this reckless nothing i'm feeling takes control
then this wicked urging, puts my back aginst a wall