demixander:

Safety

Staring into the dark chasm in front of me I sigh

Parts of me unsure how or why

I got to this point not quite no return

Back to the old ways I could reform.

I could go back to job that pays my Bills,

Back to the daily going up hills

Running in place never falling but never trying

Never living but never dying.

Back to a world free of risk

Where I barely exist.

Where the ideas in my mind stay in my head

And no ones knows me after I’m dead.

I could go back to the world I knew

It would be the smart thing to do.

These thoughts run amiss

As I step into the abyss

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