Until it all changes,
Due to something stupid that you've done,
Or the world rearranges,
Either the people or things,
That make up your life,
Which is all there is,
And which will suffice,
For after that,
What there is,
Is nothing you will understand,
Until you're on the precipice.
Which is where you are, alright?
Until you make a change,
For unchanging is another word,
For death.
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