The cliff I see ahead.

I am Running I am running. I am running, jumping, playing Until the cliff The cliff I see ahead. I visualize Myself I visualize myself running, jumping, flying. I see Myself I see myself soaring. But I do not see I do not see any wings No wings to carry me. I see Myself I see myself falling. Falling off the edge And I fear I fear there is nothing I can do. So I ask I ask if it is If it is the end.

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