The time is now
If I know how
To leap with all my might
Openly trust
Myself I must
Life's acolyte
Standing Steady
At the ready
To let go of this ground
Leaning in
Trust the wind
Absence of all sound
Eyes close tight
Fear I might
Plummet to my demise
Hold my breath
Brace for death
The Illusion does belie
Backward Rules
Make us fools
The answer's in the trick
Decend to rise
Counterclockwise
A new bailiwick
Oct 16, 2017
Oct 16, 2017 at 2:11 PM UTC
The time is now
If I know how
To leap with all my might
Openly trust
Myself I must
Life's acolyte
Standing Steady
At the ready
To let go of this ground
Leaning in
Trust the wind
Absence of all sound
Eyes close tight
Fear I might
Plummet to my demise
Hold my breath
Brace for death
The Illusion does belie
Backward Rules
Make us fools
The answer's in the trick
Decend to rise
Counterclockwise
A new bailiwick
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