This is the toll,

The coin for decisions,

The hour of remission,

The crime of hesitation.

This is the edge of conditions,

The prime of incisions,

The echo of a cry.

Pay the price

Stand in line,

Illuminate the ride,

Chase illusions.

Wait in line,

Step into the carousel,

Accept the lie,

Turn your gaze away,

Ignore the fracture.

Fairytales and neon sweets,

Another sugar high,

Lights bleed together, divine,

Tithe spent on plastic gods.

Bless yourself with time earned hard,

Patch the cracks in the story,

Feed the mouse, rewrite history.

Inject visions into eyes,

Infect thought into mind,

Steal minutes from the clock,

Correct the uncorrectable.

It was never a small world

When you plunge

From the mountain's edge,

Splashing into eternity.