A man stares...the man on the cliff,
At the edge...he stands scared stiff,
A step forward...a ride to hell,
A step backward...an eternal knell.
He opens his mouth...he's confused..sly,
The words come out...a truth or a lie?
He's not tactful...No shades of gray,
Perspective matters...It's what they say.
He closes his eyes...He has a blurry sight,
The world's dark...the images- bright,
Lost in translation...which is which?
See carefully...There's a periodic switch.
His character's good...persona- a evil hue,
He has nursed a few...trampled a picky few,
He contemplates...who is who?
The answer...he wish he knew..
Success for the world...failure at heart,
A twisted balance...look at his life chart,
The planet's vote...Does it count?
His introspection...His personal account..
He thinks...leans...eyes are crimson red,
His breath's numbed...Alive? Dead?
A narrow passage...an absence of air,
The line's crossed...a final prayer...
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