Sunday, 22 December 2013

On the Edge

I see what I shouldn't see.
In that place that I shouldn't be.
Can you balance yourself midair
When you are halfway falling off the cliff.

A step ahead half hanging,
A foot back on the edge.
The lust of the fall to the ground
A hate for the old self not proud.

A wish to be wiser,
Curiosity of the unseen
To look for a place brighter.
A place where I've never been.

A greed bigger than that of money
A love deeper than for a honey.
A cliff steeper than any  skyscraper
A contract with the ripper.

A place of knowing, a place of the unknown
A root deeper than it should have grown.
A moment of freedom, a moment of death.
A moment of placing a life on bet.

A time for reflection, a time for deflection
A time for total introspection
A time for the shore, a time for the sea
A time to catch it before it's free.

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