Standing on the precipice
Peering into the dark abyss
An untied shoelace,
A sudden gust of wind,
And I fell right in

Now it's all about the observer effect
A staring contest between it and me
Like being swallowed by the sea
When the sea is a deep hole pit

Out of the blue earth, into the black of outer space
But colors don't exist in chaos
The void has no face
It's a place where ideas flow
But no pen and paper can be found

Like when you wake up from a strange dream
The home of your bedroom feels obscure-
No longer a safety net, no longer the cure
And soon the sheets grow cold, the photographs are old
And you have no other choice but to step to the edge-
Just to know what it feels like again

But this time,
Instead of falling,
Someone pushes you