Crossing
Holding dear to my heart
As I fell to toward ground
I could see my knees crashing
But could not hear the sound...
Could it be I was passing
Like the time on the clock
As I felt myself grasping
Stuck between tick and tock...
My vision once certain
Now slanted and sideways
Seems to reflect like white curtains
While it projects all my past days...
Every dream every memory
Any actions mistaken
And any path on my behalf
To any roads I've not taken...
In an instant its over
As I drip from this faucet
Taking fill in the river
So that others may cross it...
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