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
My heart weeps for you, child
I close my eyes
And I do not envy you your ignorance
I raise my head to the skies
Never again
Never again will I-
Fill your head with such lies
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I fall
-A.M.E.N.