Alright baby, what do we do?
I'm 23, you're 32.
We're standing on a cliff, looking out into the blue.
Neither of us seem to have a clue.
If we jump, where will we land?
On our feet will we stand, hand in hand?
Or will we crash?
A jumbled mess from a decision so brash.
I'm so scared
To take to the open air,
And yet it calls me
To be a bird, spread my wings, and be free.
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