So Precious

At the precipice,
If you’re asked to list,
What is precious,
Will it exist?

Buffalo stampede over the cliff,
Will you be able to resist,
The urge to head with the herd,
Will you concede your principles,
At the precipice,
What if?

Do you know…
At your precipice,
What’s sooo precious?
Will it proceed you,
Or disappear, too?
What will you leave behind?
Will you take it all with you?
The earth, the fire, the wind…
Do you care if they all go?

Are you sooo precious?
More than all of us?
Are you sooo precious,
That you’re willing to perish,
Being selfish?

Sooooooo precious?