The platform is ever smaller
each passing day the winds erode
my perch of sanity
still my smile defies the breeze

that false display that tempts fate
assuring all that life is right
while I scramble to maintain
purchase on this living frame

I'd hope to stay above
scramble with the help of friends
while shrinkage will consume
regardless of hope they extend

it matters not in the all
people struggle with their own
burdens distract from the one
on the platform that's now gone

all that's left is the plunge
into the space beyond all joy
leading with a smile
falling beyond life's space.

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