• Approaching the edge, I drop a rock
    From the heights I've become so familiar with.
    Who knew you could be so high
    While feeling so low?
    I suppose that's just how it is
    In this topsy-turvy world.
    Here at the edge, it's amazing
    How clear my mind has become.
    Suppose what I've done in my life
    Actually meant something to someone.
    Would they rush to my side now
    And pull me back from the brink?
    They are like me and show little interest.
    A passing fancy is all I am.
    So what's stopping me from taking the leap?
    What keeps me here on the precipice?
    Looking over the edge, my heart
    Doesn't waver at the dizzying heights.
    My lack fear doesn't mean that
    I wouldn't regret the choice.
    Perhaps it is hope then?
    Is that what glues my feet
    To this cliff's edge?
    Is this all a clever ruse
    Designed to bring someone to my side?
    Then I am a deceiver-
    A trickster taking advantage
    Of those who would help me.
    Of those who value my life.
    Yes, I am a deceiver.
    Caught red-handed
    I am left with this choice:
    Do I take the leap?