Rocks crumble from the side of the cliff, Falling into the abyss. My feet rest dangerously on the edge, Wavering in decision. A daily routine, to walk to the end, Watching the surface collapse closer and closer. The sky is dark, beckoning my decision: Step off the ledge or walk away. A rush of wind makes the choice, Pushing me from the safety of solid ground. I stumble forward and close my eyes As my ears ring.