When I jump, I miss all the keys. So, I retire to a familiar place. Here I am, in the abyss, Where quickness and emptiness Follow each other. Question and answer Entangle each other. Love and hate Influence each other. An endless river Takes me To my door. The keys, I can See in the deep, my mind wants them, I Attempt to reach them, and become stiff, The current goes against me, so, I let go. Floating above an endless abundance of Possibilities that are seemingly Unreachable, but still so close. My desires have led me to this Place but why can't I indulge in them? One step at a time... The keys are Checkpoints, not destinations.