I stepped back from the ledge
For sure it still exists
But I make the pledge
I will always persist
You can push me off
And I will just fl
That makes you scoff
Like I gave you a line
But I don’t fear the coffin
That makes you gasp
You run from so often
Like you’re pounding laps
I just laugh at your delusion
For there is no prison inside
Everything else is an illusion
Join me on our grand incline
Clay The Scribe 