Cliff-top Contemplation

Looking towards the night sky,
Through the blue smoke which drifts past my eyes as I exhale.
I'm going to scatter these ashes into the sea,
With nobody to bear witness, the waves won't be grieving.
And I'm going to lay upon these rocks, against the shore.
If I'm swept away does it really matter?
Yeah, I want to put a ripple in this tide
If I rest my back against the water's surface,
How low will I have to sink before I stop staring at the stars?
I'm falling again, but as usual I never managed to climb high enough
So when I hit the ground, though I feel broken, I just keep on living