Walking on this path
I met a stranger
whose name was danger
ironic i know
but as ridiculous and odd
as it sounded it suited
the owner and wearer
He told me tales
which were bordering dreams and reality
in my own universe
i couldn't differentiate if it was madness or genius
Which partly make me worried and wary
but also held the imminent excitement that
arose so near to its brink
At the beginning of crossroads
he vanished from my sight
this spontaneously making me feel
like a girl floating on a cloud
with the wind in her hair
When finally opening her eyes
seeing thunderous storms within her reach
with lightening being flung
from the heavens to the depth below
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