Over the Edge

Leaning over the edge That’s what we were doing Just leaning over the edge to hope to dip our toes in water that we prayed was not too deep to touch But why would it matter if we could not touch? Would we sink? Would it matter if we did? We could sink because who were we anyway, Just the town drunk, and his mistress of a house maid? Could we really ever leave this town, and make a new Life, reputation, future, goals. Could we ever amount to more than the worth of the dirt on the roads that we were walking? If we jumped we could sink, But if we never jump- How will we know what’s at the bottom?