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Razors Edge Walking the edge of forgiveness to do or not, release or hold. Surrender to the sweet of warm or stay gripped tightly to the cold. Stepping forward will bring change. Anger's got me strangled in its mold. A precipice is but a moment before the new of up or down. Soaring beyond without a care or being in life as a clown. With lips formed big smiling upward or sadness tears of mouth turned down. Choices dangle in heaviness time progresses in onwards own. Before this and then after that proves to be weight upon the bone. In the equation fair's voiceless emotions turn to solid stone. Imitation, artificial; all things are nothing, as it seems. I believe and of course I'm wrong. Childlike minds are fairytale dreams. Wonders awe shall keep its distance off goes ideals and oddball schemes. 'Right' rules hard as hefty handed 'Flawed' lives silent the dispossessed. Peace avoids the calm of yielding in truth, it is much too painless. Turmoil swirls the stormy inlet misery's savored in its essence! Full is the silver spoon of doom relentless struggle holds it's flash. On the alter of sacrifice determination burns to ash. Who's regrets fill all tomorrows? Future days will reside as trash. Allow the 'all' of 'us' existence it won't cause the lesser of you. Compromise a kind surrender both replicating the same view. Give, take, yours, mine, makes no matter, Stuff's naught, soul's persist; lets revalue. |
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