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Without looking

With no guard

I begin to step

The boundaries begin to seem wider

Snow falling harder

Crumbling at an odd angle

New sensations and old pathes

Cross a unlikely point

Cold shoulders

Grey clouds

stupid muttering

spouting insanity

So off the ledge I go

Ino the infinate wilderness

where return is not always common

or expected.

Looking towards the sea of sky

I realize now that it's all in my head

Just wake up in your cold bed

you're trapped.