He was clinging to confusion's cliff
With the tightest possible grip
As his body began to go stiff
His hands began to rip.
To his luck , he found a thread
He thought of holding on to it
Only realizing its a serpent instead
After he was severely bit
He prefers to fall silently
Towards the sea of reality
Swaying in the wind gallantly
He discovers his inner serenity.
Prompted by : Three Word Wednesday CCXLV
Submitted for : One Shot Wednesday
