Answer

As the sun touches the windowsill
my shadow stretches out to the sky
dripping from the ceiling.

The tears lift me up
flaoting to the abyss
but I hesitate again.

What is waiting for me?
Do I care?
Questions without meaning
answers unknown to me.

Or maybe I do?
With the strength left, I rise up
once again I look down
upon this black world.

"Is this the right answer?"
I ask myself whilst I fall
But for I do not know
I smile... Untill the end.

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