UNTITLED

We tread softly
Slowly in the void of darkness
Quietly in space
For there is no sound out there
Only nothingness

But there is a far off commotion
Plants swing slowly round
Trying to escape

We tread slowly
We must not fall
We will not see
What we fall into
Our shadow hides the abyss

If we are here
We cannot see there
Only if we fall
Can we see the end

But we must not fall

The sun behind me
Blinds me
So I cannot see the end
But is it really the end?
All we have is what they say

But is the end really there?
Should we trust them
Or should we jump?

- Krishna Roskin