All, nothing, or the next best thing
something, waiting, or living my dreams
They aren't black diamonds, just shiny black coal
Each with it's exception, each with it's hole.
two with their benefit, one with it's beast
none of them docile, and all filled with teeth.
Hungry and hurtful and all double-edged
And here i am standing, perched on a ledge
glance down, inhale, and take it all in
Too many ways i could lose, but only two I could win
So do i stand here still and stiff
or do i step, fall off this cliff?