Cliffs of Death

All my life I sit at the cliffs,

Swinging my legs over the edge.

But I can see well enough from here;

No need to jump for a better view.

So after I’ve seen enough,

I get up much refreshed,

With that go on my way,

Along this side of the shore.
I am an ever-dying man,
Who lives in thoughts of life.
But never will I die,
Nor ever come to life.