Where Does it End?

It's so funny, sitting there.
The knife.
And knowing it could end my life.
But that's not me.

Here it is, listen well.
This life is mine.
Only here some of the time.
And who am I?

I'd like to think I'm someone great.
The kind of man who'd rise to fight.
Fight the darkness, fight the light.
But I'm not.

I'm just a man, and with these hands.
I do.
I do what I can.
Where does it end?

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