The Edge
~A Place called The Edge~
We kept our heads up high, at the boundary of the universe
We Gave no thought, closing every feeling in a wooden box
Remaining firm on two principles, practice, and good will
Letting go-
-With the idea of free falling
-I traveled with the current of air
I broke into the mindset of your whispers...
Watching over the glow, in your eyes...
With disrupted ways you reform issues,
Becoming objective, in ways I need to follow
Life and its vanity are so unfair, A goddess re-birth
Through the needle eyes of mother earth
Within the flames, one rises to the edge of games
The phoenix call, withheld wisdom that we can't feel at all
As it cascaded into dreams we recognized
A place to visit,
When in distress, stepping on my own shoe
I walk the distance, falling into a stream of romance
A projectile performance, in an exotic trance
A new psychological pat was formed
Firm and fair, A monarch standing in my way
Beneath the fall, above the ledge,
The clouds swallow, every shadow left
Shattering every crimson sea,
Flying high with eternalness by my side
My sleepless days are aimless and carried out
Covered in ashes, with the vividness of the ocean.
Holding hands, at the edge of everything
Dangling by, as if we had a split personality
Standing on the edge, we count our steps
As we pace backwards, to relive a life without strife
I've been there, I am there!
Living on the edge of everything
:)
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