You may find yourself
walking where the road ends
resisting the pull at your navel
as it guides you forwards.
Ahead is an abyss, an absence,
a grave to those whom have shed ambitions
bound to the earth
like a coil of desolation
drawing in those who've embraced
the human condition.
Approaching the precipice
you may consider the choices
or curse the conspiring fates
that brought you here.
Merely the thought
that this could be the end is enough
producing regrets, protests, and promises
if and what if then:
"I can change"
"I can quit"
"I can love"
But amidst  the groveling
you've failed to notice
that only one foot is still bound to the earth
thrusting you into darkness.