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I don't know why. But, I've always been,

One step from the edge, back broken and bent.

I've always tried. But never quite made it,

One step from the end, heart twisted and braided.

I don't know why. I just never got it.

One year chasing the wind, no wonder I never caught it.

I don't know why. But, I've always been,

One year from the ledge, choking on the scent.

I've wasted all my life here,

Chasing breeze from here to there.

I've wasted countless hours,

Drifting dazed, alone and scared.

Every goal I've strived to meet,

And every new and pointless feat,

Never had a point or purpose.

I've done nothing to deserve this.

Chased the wind for far too long now.

I face the end, it feels so strong now.

I've chased the wind, and where's it leading?

So alone, the light's retreating.

Not a sound but my heart's beating.

Spent seventeen years on the verge,

Never had the fear or courage.

I don't know why. But, I've always been,

One step from the edge, my back to the wind.

I've always tried. But, never quite made it,

One step towards the end, no need being afraid yet.

I don't know why. Guess I just don't get it.

Throw my fear to the wind, and myself along with it.

    - Lo Ruhamah