PLATEAUS

I'm standing on the tallest of man made plateaus
My soul is crushed by spiritual glass ceilings
My bags are packed
And I left notes

I tried to call God collect the other day
He didn't pick up, and I know why

Falling
    as the wind
        kisses my face
            I begin to wonder
                will
                    I   
                        feel
                            anything
                                at
                                    all?