The Mind of a Man

To the south of the garden

in the field of woe

there stands a fire

fiercely fighting to grow

I stand above

on the mountain so high

feeding the fire

fighting the night

the cold winds of winter

blow deep down my spine

slowing my actions

freezing my mind

so here I am

on this cliff so steep

standing on the edge

I'm pushed... to the deep

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