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The sun did rise on gentle skies, a dreary beauty to behold. 

With it leaked the feet of all; content, or merely willing. 

But so small on ground; in sight and sound, they drawled on far below,

And here I stood from where I should, atop a precipice. 

I wish the part but grudge the life; I'll never settle, see. 

Which is why I've climbed this lofty peak; to see just how I'll be. 

Two sides sing a woeful song:

Be it the retreat to living that's offered naught but life down at a crawl,

Or the succinct freedom of solid footing, that offers naught and naught at all. 

I do not weep for the choice of mine, it's more a test of mind;

To see where I seem to lean; to where I'm so inclined. 

And so the moment shifted to hours, and thereon after that. 

No decision made, or preference feigned, 

We stand here unsure and wonder evermore.