Far below the space above
The clouds that roll and the wind of dust.
Castles of stone and Houses of mud
Building of glass that tower above
Concrete jungles and deserts of grass
People come and people pass
Stranger then fiction is finding one's self
So wrapped up in the chaos life is about
Do you take two steps forward or one step back
To give it your all or all that you have
To turn the other cheek and just walk on past
Until the moment everything stops at last
When the silence is heard
The shadows become real
when no ones around
But you with yourself
To stare through the darkness
Into the light that can be found
The illusion now drips
but doesn't make a sound
Left to your own devices
does the wheels spin round
Or does it make a cracking sound
In the morning do you forget all you have found
Do you tell the people around
Have you ever found yourself past the point of no return
To walk on the edge and wander around
Are you the only one
Whoever thinks they've thought of stuff
Looks on past the shiny things
To wonder what it is people are not telling?
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