I'm putting one foot in front of the other.
Dangling my toes off the edge, of the thin line holding me up.
What is it like to hold your breath?
As I look down, I wonder what it would be like to jump.
I have an urge to find out.
I want to feel the wind hitting my skin,
My hair flying behind me, and the skyline fading to black.
Oh, what I'd give, to close my eyes as gravity swallows me,
As gravity consumes me,
And as gravity lessens a burden of the world, gracefully and slowly, with deadly elegance.
I wonder, if I'd float, fly, fall.
Would it even matter?
Do my tears matter if they fall?
Will the ground ever feel their touch?
My throat tightens,
my grip slips,
But my feet stay glued on the tightrope.
I'm suspended in the air,
Bar in hand,
And one foot in front of the other.
And I don't know what's on the other side.
