I stand upon a precipice, prolific and daunting,
Staring down into the abyss below,
And all I’ve ever wanted to do is jump:
To dive into the unknown with both feet.
Long and often I’ve stared into this crevice,
And the result is always the same:
I rationalize and walk away, plunge untaken,
And wonder why I could not jump.
Perhaps I fear that it will not measure up,
That the romance is greater than reality felt.
Or, perhaps I cannot truly let myself go,
Embracing the freefall into the mysterious.
So I come, day after day, to stare into the abyss,
And I wonder what might lie ahead.
But perhaps I shall never truly experience
The reality of visions that dance in my head.