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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