No Intention of Jumping Off the Cliff

I have no intention of jumping off the cliff, Despite having the ability to manufacture a reason, To show there is a season. So why am I so sure, When others who seem much more together, than me, Jump out of season, For no apparent reason. If I ever wrote a list of reasons to, It would far outweigh the reasons not to. But still the seasons and the reasons come and go, And I am still not seen at the top of the cliff, Despite many a tiff. I can't blame my apparent sanity, For this state of mind, That has got me through so many seasons, When others for whatever reason, Have chosen to end a season, Looking up from the bottom of a cliff, As all who know me will agree, I have had moments they don't believe were sane. Maybe I was born lucky and came without a self-destruct button, Or decided early on that purpose can outweigh almost any number of reasons, For not seeing out another season. Especially if that purpose has was planted in the right soil, By those who were not afraid of a little toil, Or cod liver oil, Mixed with malt that came in a can that never seemed to run out, No matter how many times my spoon was dipped into it, When I thought no one was looking. So, if you are standing at the top of a cliff, Because of some tiff, And have never tasted malt and cod liver oil, I know a place where you can get it wholesale, But only online while we are in lockdown, To keep the death rate down.