Nothing lasts forever

I stood back and watched myself suffer
Staring at me in first-person view
Slowly as I drop down rushing from the freefall
It was the vertigo that held me up high
More often than not it's always something
I hate falling even metaphorically
Everything it represents is being at your lowest point
Including now as I watched shadows in broad light
Too proud to flicker
As if it serves major importance to the world
But it doesn't really, or does it?
How should I know subjectivity
When all I am is toadstool with halitosis
Not a care in the world
Too abstract to matter

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