Mirrored Reflections
As I lose myself in the reflections, the ripples of the past echo on.
My soul does not know when to enter the effects of a billion causes.
There are times when I am uncertain in this endeavor.
Do I continue to dance on the edge, enjoying the sanctities of freedom?
Or should I blaze my own path in the beaten path?
Who's to say what will I decide?
Alas, after years of thought, I made a decision. I
'm going to simply walk on the fucking water.
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