A piece of paper is not an inanimate object,
It's a story waiting to be told by the Teller.
And to me, he said, "Look int my eyes,
And you will find the hidden secrets."
And they will take you to the top,
To dangle above a silent drop.

People say, 'Don't look down',
But what if they want you to see.
To tempt you to see how far,
How far can you jump from the sky.
And as you fall,
But then you realize a flaw.
A purpose mistake,
A danger in both worlds.
That your feet already dangled
A few inches above the ground.

The forces of Good and Bad claim you,
Starting a natural tug-of-war.
Then someone turns off the light,
And they close the door.
So there I lie, dreaming with one eye open,
Unaware of my surroundings.
So here I lay, seeing my troubles,
Now knowing that secrets should be kept, not told.

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