Edges of thither roll through and through
The way we are is the way we are
Why leave anything up to chance, to reason
No matter where this is, no matter where you are
The stars know all there is
Sold my soul to the wizard
To enchant something we can’t understand
Unless we already do
Lest this business wasted
Is this it? The rivers run dry?
The system of delivery gone cold with frigid souls
The highest of highs become the lowest of lows
Without warning or praise
Though I find solitude in myself
For that’s the only person who will understand
WritingbyJordan 
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