This cliff laughs at my gazing eye. It boasts a drop into the mist I can’t resist. But can this leap undo my will, The drive that got me up this hill, The life they couldn’t kill?
Here I stand. I don’t need your help to be a man. I’m at the edge, just a breeze could throw me into the wind. Though I fall, It’s my choice to let this go. I like my chances much better in the abyss below.
The stinging of the wind burns my flesh, But after the fall my wounds will be cleansed. The fear of what I can’t see abandons me, Just a change from this norm will set me free. I know I’ve gone too far To not see this to the end. They said the fall was too hard, I said bring on this “cement”.
They remained in their homes. They hoped the drop into the mist Cut my wrists. I stayed afloat to their dismay. I proved an error in their ways. I falsified their claim.