I stood on the brink of the cliff.
                          And by brink I mean the complete edge.
I could go forward
                         or I could go back.

If I stood here long enough
              maybe the edge would crack.
I'd plummet.
                Or I'd quickly grasp
                 and grab anything
around me to keep from plummeting.

I was on the brink
                                and my mind could not be made up.
                    It made me uncomfortable to think about it.

Do I jump forward?
                                   End it all.
                                   Skydive.
                                   Have a nice fall.
Watch my life like a movie
before I go splat.

Do I step back?
                    Go back to my menial life.
                    A job I can't stand.
                    A wife who gets more
***** than I do.
                    Children who call me
by my first name
                             instead of dad
                             or daddy
                             or father
or any other devotional nonsensical name.
           Taxes,
           mortgages,
           bills,
           *******.

Do I step forward
                               or do I step back?

A large part of me
              keeps imagining and praying
for the edge to crack.

I've always been obsessively indecisive,
I'd always rather leave my life
            up to some mystical force of fate
than make a decision.

Forward or backward?
                                       The brink.
                      The end either way.

It's time you made an actual decision
                   for the first time in your life
                                 I thought to myself.

I placed my foot
                             past the brink.