I was standing at the Edge of the world. Well, the metaphorical edge. Behind me was my past and in front of me Oblivion. I could stand for as long as I want except in ten minutes my past will catch up with me and then.....
Should I jump or should I get consumed. I Turn around and look. It's a riot. Chasing me are my worst fears and possible future outcomes. As I stare at the past it gets slower and slower until it halts to a stop. Turns out, I could wait here and waste as much time as I want. So, I sit right down and contemplate. Time has stopped and has no value whatsoever here. The world doesn't exist. It's just me, my past and oblivion.
I call it oblivion because it's dark and nothing is material. It's a place where nothing is true......yet.
If I stay I will never know what's beyond and I'll be stuck here. Because time does not exist and it's just me, my past and oblivion. I stand up.
Should I stay or a take a chance. Just thinking about hurts my shoulders not my head. You see, this is not the material world but a battle I'm fighting in my head. My shoulders are heavy with the weight of the responsibility. I want to shrug it off but I can't. It's better to stay here, I guess. The weight seems to grow and suddenly somebody presses play and the riot starts growing close. The weight gets heavier, so much so that I can't stay upright. I stumble and fall beyond the edge.
I'm weightless and light. I'm falling to the next stage. To a new day. And tomorrow is here.
Should I jump or should I get consumed. I Turn around and look. It's a riot. Chasing me are my worst fears and possible future outcomes. As I stare at the past it gets slower and slower until it halts to a stop. Turns out, I could wait here and waste as much time as I want. So, I sit right down and contemplate. Time has stopped and has no value whatsoever here. The world doesn't exist. It's just me, my past and oblivion.
I call it oblivion because it's dark and nothing is material. It's a place where nothing is true......yet.
If I stay I will never know what's beyond and I'll be stuck here. Because time does not exist and it's just me, my past and oblivion. I stand up.
Should I stay or a take a chance. Just thinking about hurts my shoulders not my head. You see, this is not the material world but a battle I'm fighting in my head. My shoulders are heavy with the weight of the responsibility. I want to shrug it off but I can't. It's better to stay here, I guess. The weight seems to grow and suddenly somebody presses play and the riot starts growing close. The weight gets heavier, so much so that I can't stay upright. I stumble and fall beyond the edge.
I'm weightless and light. I'm falling to the next stage. To a new day. And tomorrow is here.
