You see that guy up there
Precariously positioned on the edge
Of that transition
Between solid ground and
Empty space.
Balancing so high in the air
He should show some more care
In the placement of his toes.
Who knows when an
Unexpected gust might arise
And surprise that poor gentleman,
Who ominously stands at the
Transition to his demise
Longing to take just one step
And travel further than
Any man has ever traveled-
In just one step.
The mile to the concrete
And a hundred more to hell
No one remembers how long
He stood there-
Only that he fell