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Restless toes on the edge of the waterfall peak,

To fly or swim, suffocate or fall,

Temptation tickles the need for retreat;

Even planets migrate to the stars,

Give and no take,

No warmth to remember during the pining of a lonely heart.

On top of mountains, curtained by the clouds,

Everything below in a web woven by nature,

It’s sad to see the man-made scars;

Unnatural to feel concrete beneath bare feet.

Tangled in wants and needs,

No room to breathe when the air gets so thin,

Through preservation we remain static shadows:

Holding on to the flesh,

Reaching out to infinity,

There’s no return.

Vessels depart with souls,

Counting eternity amongst the constellations,

Fate is not a specific time of a happening:

Just the inevitable that repeats itself.