In that little moment that you don't even blink, or breathe for a second to slow down and think, you reach in to touch and to just get a feel, because you're lost in lust of that which appeals. You don't stop or slow down to collect your thoughts. In that moment you're gone and you're simply lost. Lured into the darkness, that mysteriousness, encouraged by mischief and curiousness. Yet again you have fallen, you're simply a slave, on a path to Paradise or simply your grave. So eager to feel it, that of which you don't know. And you fall in that abyss that you had below.