Whatever that might mean,
Unless you're teetering on the cliff's edge,
True life is never seen,
Beyond the safety of the sturdy ground,
Where footfalls waver not,
Where falling means you can get up again,
Despaite what others on the edge had thought
Those reporting on sights fear denies most,
While lauding from afar,
Either from the squalor in which their trapped,
Because life can be harsh,
Or luxury,
For a few do get that,
Who would never, though could, face the abyss,
But then, might lose it all when they come back.
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