Under my skin.

What lies beneath my skin
Is it madness or a sane ranger
Riding out on the plains of life
Driven by perfection till the flight is over
Finally landing on solid ground or sinking sand
Time will tell on which ground I stood
On which hand I held
Solid rock or floating stones.

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