Cliff

Cliff Standing on a cliff, musing on All I’d ever erred since I was born. An empty space ahead, conspicuous Beckoning me with its promise ambitious I know the tales of this abyss Self-depreciating in the name of bliss But maybe, just maybe, I’m different I won’t be consumed by this grief inherent Perplexed, I began to spot my options My next step had to be of caution Through discerning eyes, I detected A path with a bridge disconnected Somewhat rugged, but a path nonetheless And I could make my due progress I took my time, let it sink in A leap was required, to my chagrin Thought if I stayed put, I’d have nothing to lose Next thing I knew, I lost my chance to choose