fruitation

I am on the verge of the cliff facing the abyss.

There are no safety nets Jumping into the matrix of oblivion 

Death is the beginning of rebirth 

I had found and lost my self 

time again and again 

A life of dreams 

Of risks and forgoing what is acceptable 

What is right, what is wrong

Conditioning of the mind and body 

By constant exercise and redefining limitations 

I am not who I am 

Not a single cocktail touches my tongue 

You know what is the hardest part? 

It’s that people don’t understand

What is it like to live in your head 

And reject the hopes of what you believe 

Of course this is not a suicide note, 

It’s my message to the virtual fake world 

“Get out there and do something!”

I am here

Closer to my impossible dream 

Yet the taste of fruition lingers

In my tongue.

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