on the brink
at the edge
staring down
over a ledge
letting go is as simple as
i love you
as final as death
eyes wide open
seeing for the first time
from black and white
to living color
life bursts forth
legs once thought to be
lame
put one foot in front of the other
a heart once though to be
silent
is beating out of its chest
a journey is only a journey
if the destination is
sure
i fancied myself a vagabond
a hopeful wanderer
destination escapes me now
but somewhere there is a
somewhere
to stay
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