Standing on the precipice of a dream,
Gleaming,
The Sun in my eyes.
Shall I take this fateful step once again?
For when last I stood before a dream...
I took that step,
And valiantly, I plunged into a darkness from
which I have still not been freed.
Perhaps,
T'was not a step I should have made,
But rather a Leap.
From this precipice,
Standing atop the cliffside, staring into.
future's abyss,
Petrified,
petrified...
I must leap,
yet to this day,
I would much rather,
Fall into sleep.
