Standing on the razors edge
Is eviscerating to the souls
If you stand there long enough
Eventually you find the architecture on which you stand
From the razors edge
You can get perspective
As I peered into the underworld
I saw ambivalence
I then turned and peered into the living world
I saw the same
I stood there a little longer
You bleed to feel alive
Peered back into the underworld
Ambivalence was gone
I got a wink, a like
That was curious
Turned and peered into the living world
Another wink, another like
I needed to restructure
Nonsensical
Maybe the universe did give a ****
I had not found my bearings
I did find my authentic self
What I saw was that my stories mattered
If I did not restructure my stories
I was going to die and life would be meaningless
More or less
However, if I let my storytelling gene
Fully express itself
I could make important changes
It's a Wonderful Life
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 10:29 PM UTC
Standing on the razors edge
Is eviscerating to the souls
If you stand there long enough
Eventually you find the architecture on which you stand
From the razors edge
You can get perspective
As I peered into the underworld
I saw ambivalence
I then turned and peered into the living world
I saw the same
I stood there a little longer
You bleed to feel alive
Peered back into the underworld
Ambivalence was gone
I got a wink, a like
That was curious
Turned and peered into the living world
Another wink, another like
I needed to restructure
Nonsensical
Maybe the universe did give a ****
I had not found my bearings
I did find my authentic self
What I saw was that my stories mattered
If I did not restructure my stories
I was going to die and life would be meaningless
More or less
However, if I let my storytelling gene
Fully express itself
I could make important changes
It's a Wonderful Life
Suicide ain't painless
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