A Tisket a TasketMature

A tisket a tasket,
Take the breath from my lungs.

A tisket a tasket,
Climb up these ladder rungs.

As I climb up to go down,
I come face to face with reality.
Burning eyes of truth,
Glaring right through me.
Take my word,
Let it echo.
Never forget.
Always remember. 

The End

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