Saturday, March 5, 2011

On the edge

Looking down on the ant people
They all scurrying along
Until one finally looked up
Before I knew it
The cops came with screams
There useless talking
I was just sitting there
I wasn't going to jump
The more they plead for me
The more annoyed I got but
The silent aching to jump
But dying wasn't for me
I sat there
Listening to music
Until arms wrapped around me
Relief filled the air but
Annoyance filled me
I wanted to see the view
On the edge of the building

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