Something about the edge of the world

All the answers wouldn’t matter

Because all the questions wouldn’t exist

Except some all pervasive eternity –

There will mist in my breath

And the thrill of uncertainty

All the shadows will turn mellow

The rock under me silent

Under the attack –

From the bellowing waves

That will stack

One, on top of another

A long history of pipelined dreams

Will have been washed away

With one roar of the Ocean;

Silence, mystic

A mysterious devotion

Ringing through air,

Clouded skies will perform

The Universe’s Vanity Fair

Upon such a ledge,

Perched and longing

To peep into the glorious abyss below,

Frothing chaos will swallow all doubt –

Crippling fear, arousing fearlessness

A touch of dervish madness

Born will the swells of knowledge that’s shared

Between the edge of chaos

And the one who’s dared

Something about the edge of the world

Nothing old will no longer matter

Except the new that will born;

Just that second

When the abyss will rise

And reach up to the ledge -

One step

Forward,

Just a world of fear away

Just one more step, across the edge

That’s all that matters

In the end

A bend

In the road –

All the answers wouldn’t matter

A dervish of chaos let it persist

Because all the questions will cease to exist

Across the edge of the world

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