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The Edge

There’s a life I have lived,
And a life I have imagined,
And oft the two have merged,
Sometimes the dreams have taken off

Half-measures make you float,
Convinced that the dreams are real
When your illusion breaks
You construct one anew

In the real dreams you live,
Moderation has no space
To the edge you go willingly
Dropping off the cliff to live

The moment of being scared
Is the moment of being alive
Dreams are stronger than illusion
And even if you fall you’re living

Look not at those who live their illusion
Never have they felt alive as you do
Being alive is not for the fainthearted
Being alive is for the edge