On the Edge of My Perception

I'm a pilgrim on the edge, on the edge of my perception.
so I walk on through the door into my Final reception.
I stand upon the ledge, on the ledge of all perfection.
I walk around the lake, and ponder Life's Reflection.
The face I see is not my own, but of another being,
One who�s not afraid of life, and doesn't consider fleeing.
So little time left, and it keeps running out,
I realize this, yet continue to pout.
For I know nothing else nor wish to discover...
All I can ask for is the presence of another.
I'm a Pilgrim on the edge, on the edge of my Perception;
Walking around a lake, looking at a Ghost's Reflection

--Cindy--

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