I gazed into the endless flow of water.
There, standing, looking from the brigde, there is nothing.
Water so still, could it be concrete.
What is this dark feeling surging from this watery grave-yard.
A black hole, i think and if so, would i excape it's grip.
But is it too late to go back to society?
Have i been comdem by my own action.
I look deeper into this dark void, I see no ripple,
no wave, there is no mode, it is void of all that is living.
Is it death or life?
I took my very soon to becoming last breath, now is the climax, the plung......wait, there is a reflection, who or what is this. standing on the border of life and death.
A picture of a reflextion to be left to scroteny by the world.
Then, looking, i ask myself what do you think of that thing.
At last, intervention, the begining of a new era.
I hope, Yes, unattainable hope, until the end.