Standing on the ledge,
I can see it all,
the struggle, the sweat, the failures.
A step down is a fall,
a mocking fall that the reality throws at my face,
it has already had a laugh at the downfall of my life,
On this ledge, I am still too small to reach out to my dreams,
Oh lord, how do I reach to my dreams,
they are big and scary,
very less people comply with it's plausibility,
So I stand on this ledge,
Against the whiff of reality,
with my dreams.
These dreams sometimes scare me off
but are the only reason
to light the candle of hope in my life
and I have to decide,
standing on this ledge,
dreams or reality?
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