Beautiful and Blinding

Stepping outOn stepping stonesCracked and ready to crumbleThe slightest pressure or lightest weightBring the depths instantly closerPlummeting to the unknownFacing the unwantedThe sunny sky turns tunnelTurns pinhead, turns blackVertigo, no sign to guideNothing to lean onNo way to track the bubblesAs the drowning ensuesSearing pain, like lighteningBlinds or enlightensA flash of what's to comeFor an instant there is tomorrowIn that instant hope renewsA hint of up or downA choice of directionA path to gloryA way of lifeAnd the sun will never be lost again
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