Calloused feet stuck firm to the edge, how easy it would be
To slip out from underneath, and drop into the sea.
The eroded soil is braver than I, it falls without complaint,
The pebbles follow quickly after, as if it’s all a game.
But I stand rooted to the edge; a speck of time changes everything.
Straight down, without a sound, one slip, one fall, one end,
It’s not a question anymore, there’d be too much left unsaid.
Peering down at a swirling abyss,
It swallows any ounce of confidence,
It makes me stutter, walk away and defy
All my thoughts
‘Cause I can’t stand to look in your eyes.
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