Oh how vast was the grandeur of that very morning,
Standing with my mind wide open and feet firmly interlaced with the ground below.
To become nothing but a something without endless warning,
Is to captivate intent with suspense and act and yell and jump and show.
All eyes on the impact with inquiries of why,
Forget not the sheepish who's fire is controlled though unable touch!
Hovering above and watching said I:
"Explode oh my interests of motorcycles, autos, and music and such."
Though today, this morning, I stood on the brink,
Decisive in thought. Content just to be. Willing to struggle and try.
To stop further treading, relax and just sink,
Is cowardice and shitty and shall be quickly passed by.
Yes the morning was grand and I knew it to be true,
I smelled-in the sweetness of life in all its disguises.
This ledge may be a fail-tool for you...
But I have tomorrow - as the sun always rises!"
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