wind slithers around me
I sway on the edge,
between misery and fate.
the city below
crawls with adversaries,
continuing unknowingly
of what they are about to witness.
the hair on my neck rises
my feet leave the boundary of misery.
im flying,
free of pain,
free of guilt.
no longer broken,
now just a guardian of my troubled thoughts.

I speak to the reflection
In the cab's smooth windows;
To the cautious -- what is life
Without uncertainty?
To the adventuresome --
But at what cost does this come?