Starting Over..

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You took a leap of faith
and plunged into the untested depth.
You travelled across the realm,
along and against the stream,
Unraveled the mysteries of the journey.

 But now, you are soaked 
in the perplexity and paradoxes.
You badly wanna breathe again.

The air is there, in plenty.
Your lungs are here, ever ready.
But still, you are holding your breath,
hoping it would keep you alive.

 But the truth is a myth
you buried deep inside your bones.
Because there's something 
in between the air and you,
an ocean of water.
It can purify your body.
It can cleanse your soul.
But, so it can kill you too.

Will you prevail?
Will you dare?
Will you choose?
If so,
What will it be?

Life or death?
Living or Surviving?
Flying or drowning?
Choice or fate?
Or 
Would you keep staring 
at the "or" in between,
 forever?
So, how do you start over,
when its going above your head?
Don't you dread this process?
You think it will consume you?
Obviously! 
But why don't you try?
You never know 
what's on the other side.

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