But still somewhere between
Faith and grid,
Stood hundred lines of doubt,
Regret and fury.

At times I stood here
All broken and lost
After a war,
Won over what we call LIFE.

You should know where you stand,
In life,
In realism,
Or perhaps in someone’s heart,
It might feel like you’re on a cloud,
But you could really be standing on nothing,

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down.