The Precipice

Off to my life’s great adventure,

Up the emerald mountains ahead,

Beneath those cushions in rapture,

With these air trinkets overhead

I enjoyed wandering with bliss

Then came upon a precipice.

A precipice arousing fear,

Negated by thrill and wonder

The impulse was stirring me, dear

Got me feeling anxious further

I weighed my thoughts for a moment

Little steps soon lured by strong current.

Panicky on this precipice,

My wits advised me to withdraw

I might fall down deep the abyss,

Dead silly from a super flaw

Nothing would catch me so pure

Except a cold, hard ground for sure.

But on it the glow I needed,

On it enough sky I breathe in,

On it I appear real splendid

Yet unknowing of me within

The more I tread close to the edge

The more chances I’m dead to pledge.

Unsure where I’d end up after

It urges me to trust on it

I’m on the edge, its force stronger

And it lures me to jump at it.

My heart sprints, O, will I survive?

A dead line if I wouldn’t dive.