Indulging in my synthetic reprieve
Like mustard all over your sleeve
Everything around you makes you believe
Leaping the abyss is the first step you grieve
Holding on to the moments you achieve
Is like trying to catch all the falling leaves
While pedaling on a road that’s frozen in heaves
You spill more mustard, the ketchup, the cheese
Soon you’re so far gone you can’t retrieve
So you fall… and realize, wait, you can still breath
So you get up, and take the steps toward your relieve
Now you know how your thoughts start to deceive
Then… you leave. 

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