All those pretty lights
They're my hallucinations of the near future
And I feel nothing
But the moving strobes dash below my feet
and the Northern breeze almost pushes me off

So I'm sure no one will stop to save me

Maybe an eagle will pick me up by the shoulders
and bring me to her nest

And raise me into the bolder, stronger being I never was

The impulse: jump jump jump

fall            
fall        
fall

I should have stayed home and had dinner with my family,
not lie about my visit to the bank. The bank's not even open

They always say you regret the second you jump. They were right.