I'm over the precipice but I don't fall Whether by sheer will or providence, Earth doesn't yet greet me - face to face I'm left to my own devices I'm in a crisis
The alarms ringing in my skull incapacitate me The fear is electrifying as my eyes shift downwards I float briefly in my trance Wondering shall I meet my demise at the bottom?
What a mighty bound she takes as she leaps to the skies Who told her she could fly?
The Wish, yes it's attainable But what is her sacrifice?
What foolish thinking That she has control over what is not hers She will not fly yet
How pitiful is the untimely realisation of one's futile actions Her gaze lowers as fear scampers across her features She knows her fate
Regret flies into my face; It's slender beak nips at my curled fingers And as time awakens, the grace period goes to sleep My glance quickly returns to whence I came I feel the unbearable longing for a foundation that will not fail me But alas time is up; It is about; It will act on today's victim There is no return
What I thought was tantalizing only just previously Now feels like a weight in my hand My mind whirls I cannot breathe at this height My grip loosens;
Look before you leap, they say Leap and ask questions later, you do Miserable child, no one is up there to answer your questions And when you return down here, you can no longer ask
With trembling fingers The Wish escapes It feebly flutters to greater heights Abandoning this doubtful creature being tossed and thrown by the wind