Peering below, oh such a vast distance
Curiosity, the said killer, true in this instance.
Is there more, something after?
Were not forever, this constantly proven
Time, life, pleasure, all an illusion.
so is it all a lie, is it truly worth while?
Two steps forward, falling ever so fast
Pure, blissful peace, time stops to let these feelings last.
As time begins again, i wonder, should i have waited?
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