Have you ever been on the edge with your eyes closed?
Have you ever felt the wind, gushing through your hair?
Have you ever heard the bizarre voices of nature?
Have you heard the ground calling for help?
The metamorphosed water is waiting to consume you.
When death doesn't scare you anymore
When edge is the last thing between you and infinity
I found my spirituality there,where nothing else mattered
Where nothing is as beautiful as what was Infront of me
That's when you feel it coming, creeping up on you
And you return back to this plastic, dying world