Have you ever teetered on the edge?
Like a kid on a swing, deciding when to jump?
It’s that anticipation, that anxiety, that drives you craziest
as you wait for them to jump, or to keep swinging.
Imagine how they feel, on the edge of their seat
flying through the air, seeing their goal
or succumbing to fear.
Imagine the rush
when they finally jump.
For just a moment, a fleeting second
for the fastest and slowest moment in time
you’re flying high, aiming low
ready to crash on the ground below.
And oh the landing!
It might hurt, you could get scraped
aim for the grass not the grate!
That beating drum in your ears
as your heart blazes in your chest
that shivering rush in your arms
your legs like marmalade,
that’s the edge of the world right there
the edge of sanity, waiting to be leapt.
Tempting to jump from it isn’t it?
You wonder what lies beyond,
whether it’s safe
whether it’s fun
will that rush be wonderful?
The real question though,
can you ever climb back?
That swing of the mind
it’s so hard to understand
so hard to ride
so hard to leave
but there it is, swinging away
higher and higher
until you fly away.
Will you ride the sky to the stars?
Or is the ground your fate?
And who’s to say which is better
for aren’t they both so far away?
And there you are,
still on the edge
ready or not to jump