We all stand on the edge
some sort of edge
looking into something we
are scared of falling into
We all peer up
at some height
that we wish to scale
only not knowing
where to start
We all walk
roads with holes
dusty roads , with pot holes
skinning our knees
looking into the distance
knowing , hoping theres not much more
to go
Not everyone gets back up
Not everyone plunges and feels that
the water was really not that cold
Not everyone gives themselves the chance to
Know
that the mountains were not that high
that the road…..really wasn't that long
Life really wasn't that bad
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