Tipping on the horizon
Leaning over the edge of the present
Looking into the probable unknown
Ready to leap from the plane of the already happened
And fall freely into the oncoming new world
I am eager to rake this chance and meet the new world when I land
My heart is racing anxiety rushing and adrenaline moving
I have thought this through
Day in
night out
I jump into the future...
There is no turning back
Being pulled by the universal force of fate
I pull the cord just in the time to slow down
And take it in
To get ready
To prepare myself to land
This chute is my only way to make sure I do not
Splatter my brains and destroying myself
Leaving a sad, regretful and hurtful scene
This chute saves me from failure
From dying from trying
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