We watch an exchange of information
And day to day, and minute to minute
Reality becomes closer to absurdity
We believe lies and falsehood as truth
Told our poverty of spirit is common
Our desires lead us to burn in fire
All those things we should keep
As we leap freely into the abyss
Loudly screaming and bleed
And we don't know why
Even as the razor is poised
To slash our exposed wrists
“The path to Salvation is as narrow and as difficult to walk as a razor's edge.” ― W. Somerset Maugham
