Take a step out of yourself Sit at the edge of oblivion Take a look down into the crevasse Look further past the abyss A moment of awe A moment of tremble A memory of a life no longer manageable What was it I saw A mystery that forever lives. Thousands of armies Huddle together Hoping someday They trade there guns for a feather A thousands bridges between realms A thousands separations upheld By our own imperfectly broken selves But Whoβs the one thatβs going to help. Answer sits at the edge of oblivion Once turned away from our former self There lies the sacred trap Turning the mind into a cell