Standing at the precipice

Standing at the precipice

 

 

So here I am.

Is this it?

All I have to give,

To live,

For this?

Decision time.

Write a rhyme,

Or right a wrong.

Find a song.

Speak a line.

Sign goodbye on the dotted line…

 

 

Do not say why if you do not understand.

By now I guess you never will.

I have spent a life-time running up that hill

And for what?

My lot is broken pieces;

Memories of people’s speeches.

The lies they told,

I am already cold,

To the ways of humanity.

Long time been a ghost.

I save today for a better time.

I find a way to write a rhyme,

Instead of finding some paper to sign.

 

 

Life is just a blur to the illusion of love.

Just because you know why,

Doesn’t mean you should.

If not you should,

But the truth is you do not care anything like I could.

 

 

Bullet-proof is the opposite of my blind-love-scholar view.

No thought to think of without an end.

Just going to pretend, that I’ll be around.

I have been gone for most of my life.

I exist in this pretense; in this moment I can pretend;

But give it time.

 

 

It’s time to say or sign;

Good hi…

Or

Goodbye.

 

 

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