Life, in all its Joy and its deepest suffering,
From the sacrosanct to the most profane, It is all a work of art, A work in progress, true, Sometimes Beautiful, sometimes ugly,
But art all the same.
...in the middle of the earth, up so high I can almost reach the moon, I'm facing every direction at once, I feel like jumping, but every way down seems like certain death, but if I stay where I am I will run out of oxygen soon...hmmm
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