Over The Edge

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I’m dancing near the edge, hanging my frizzy hair over this trench,

Dangling my life in front of a great beast, ready to be fully drenched.

No, the fear I should be feeling avoids me, it doesn’t even bother,

It knows I’m ready to kill for excitement, to betray my own brother.

And maybe I’ve been wrong all this time and the drop will be deadly?

But sensibility’s scary so I keep escaping hearts that once bled me.

Sometimes the way out is testing whether you’ll drown or float,

And the choice can be yours if you don’t erase each and every footnote.

The big unknown has always called for my bones so maybe, just maybe,

I forgive my own debts for once and stop selling out dreams to those

Who will never repay me.

-JW