Staring over the abyss of darkness, 

The black and blue possibility makes me ponder with curiosity. 

The infinite times I can jump back into the abyss, 

Where I can wormhole my way back to where I started, 

Never ending, never stopping 

again 

again 

again, 

The abyss never taking me somewhere new. 

The mere existence of standing near to the 

Stupid and patronizing abyss is a cruel curse 

To whomever puts someone in this position. 

The edge of the abyss is the safe comfort for 

My mind to gather and rethink a way out of this 

Paradox of a place, where next to the abyss I can

Only ever regain the thoughts of what’s to come 

If I could find a new place when leaping into the abyss. 

The cold and deep blue abyss stares at me, as a figure who 

Finds pain when someone doesn’t leap.

I willingly comply 

again and 

again and 

again

Meeting its demand—–finding the same spot 

Over 

and Over 

In this never ending loophole of 

never stopping 

never ending, 

same place again

Again again

Again again

Again

There must be light down in the abyss 

I jump

There must be people In the abyss

I jump

There must be colors down in the abyss

 jump 

jump 

jump. 

And yet as always

I am looking over at the dark blue abyss.