There were times when nothing mattered
A time when the edge was only a dream
No one can explain how this could happen
Always trying not to take this too far now

Surely we have been made for another place
Where every sound is a symphony yet unheard
Temptation is falling and calling us home
Beyond the boundaries of the city lights

When that moment comes, who will be your help?
Heaving the last air of a world slipping away
Seeing colors we have never seen before
Voices in the dark call but no one listens

Stoic Poetry


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