Walking towards a cliff, A Ending.
A new beginning.
A chance.
The unknown, the one force
that pulls all humankind
The questions surrounding the brain,
like leaves covering the facts.
You peer at the edge, but you can only see so far.
It looks like a void, but there's a chance.
A chance there's a bottom.
But also a chance it's to far.
You've seen how falls breaks bones,
gravity rejoicing savagely as they lunge over
the edge.
That they hope,
but they fall too hard,
there hopeful wings turning into piles.
But this is different.
And you are different.
You leap,
you fall,
but it's up to you
if you fly or die.