Flowing twists and turns is its convention
Heart racing and blood boiling, we still stand
Upon our precipice looking onward.
Driving us mad in anticipation.
Our fragile minds cannot understand it.
Tends to shatter in deep contemplation.
We are not as pliable as we think.
Slight patterns draw into derivation
Now allowing complex schemes to our hand.
Memories calling us to face forward
Rather than back, it is revelation.
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