The ground

By Mendetz

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Your feet are not treading on the ground

And you're walking on the void

You're not really on a steady place

The stability is a fake

Now, you, take your mother cold hands

Kiss your girl, embrace your friends

And now look look look at your down

Someone has pulled up your ground!

And now... now you're falling down

And now... your truths become doubts

And you... still wondering why?

There's no ground, no bounds, nothing to grip

Your spill is absolutely deep

As deep as the infinite