Almost to the edge
Just enough to catch the scent of danger
Not going back is almost incentive enough
For what is going back
But trying to renew a used and bruised past
With hurt feelings and tall ceilings
Echoing voices with no signs of healing
Can you believe I bought this place
Used to think walls could protect it all
Close the door, silence
Shut the blinds, darkness
Find a corner, be still
And still, is not going to shoo away
The shadows marking their territory outside of my house
Go back, go back
Away with you problems, I don't want to solve them
I just want to be stolid
Void of my passions, and emotions
Clouded notions with no clarity- despair- empathy
Lusting in my desires, and Desiring to be content
Find me a cliff with a view and spring mists that blend with dried tear residue
Such a dramatic fanatic of monologue
If only to set the stage for a one time only fall
O, the worries it could solve
Almost to the edge
If only his airplane had holes
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