The Cliff
Standing at the top of the cliff,
Do I stay in sameness?
Do I jump into uncertainty?
So many paths have led me here.
So many choices took me to the top.
Now that I’m here,
The view looks great,
Overlooking the stillness
Overlooking the unknown,
Standing at the top of the cliff,
Do I stay in the sameness?
Do I jump into uncertainty?
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