Climb up the steepest hill
and peer into the gazed abyss

Watch the crowded, gated masses
and realize your own predicament

Waiting anxiously,
for a now no-longer-present friend
The choice is clear.

The gentle slope presents itself
a clear and worn down path of mediocrity.
While the wooden path conceals itself
yet invites you in alone.
A perilous return to whom you once believed yourself to be


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