Walking along the sands
where the land meets the sea
I felt balanced on the fine line
Between life and death.

So easily could I have lost that balance
fallen to either side,
to the land where life is lived and tired
or to the sea, where I want to be.

But should a desire to fall to the sea,
to leave this realm of life
preclude the life on the land.

To go on living is to cling to a life
To go to the sea is to relinquish the life
I know that I want;
I cannot but have.

But to live and go on living,
I must have both,
and neither.