Barely hanging on by fingertips,
Praying to God that we don't fall over the edge,
That we forget what it is to succeed.
What it is to feel whole and complete.
What it is to feel right.
And as we get by
As we cling to a decent life
We slowly slip into the indecent.
We slowly fall down into the pit.
We lost sight of where we once were
And only stare down at our own feet as we walk in circles.
Slowly descending down to where we swore we'd never go.
And it is only the big things
The shocks of life
That wake us up.
Deaths
Weddings
Graduations
Births
It is only when we feel the wave of something
Ripple through our life
That we stop getting by
What it is to feel whole and complete.
What it is to feel right.
And as we get by
As we cling to a decent life
We slowly slip into the indecent.
We slowly fall down into the pit.
We lost sight of where we once were
And only stare down at our own feet as we walk in circles.
Slowly descending down to where we swore we'd never go.
And it is only the big things
The shocks of life
That wake us up.
Deaths
Weddings
Graduations
Births
It is only when we feel the wave of something
Ripple through our life
That we stop getting by
And we live.
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