Standing on the ledge, this cliff some people call life
Not knowing where to turn, questioning where to hide.
Jumping in my mind, turning back in my head
I wonder what stands there, over that ledge..
A new experience, something far from here
A life without worry a life without fear?
Or maybe something worse, a pain so great
Once I jump then fall, it will be too late…
I don’t have the answers, I don’t have a clue
All I know is everything here, it seems so new.
Maybe it’s not a cliff, rather a launging pad,
An area of experience, to something I’ve never had.
What if the reason I cant see, is really only there, to protect me?
What if my life to be, is something I’m not supposed to see.
All these questions, not a single answer..
In my mind, I feel like an foreign dancer.
Constantly spinning and turning, so soft so gently,
This thing of life, is a thing of beauty..
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