The future, such a perilous decent
there is no return from the abyss
a fall from birth, to life\'s mist below
Placental security I miss
Past the point of no return
I teeter back into the chasm
At the balancing point of equilibrium
ledge slick, grip slipping, a spasm
A sense of falling in my gut
back arched, head thrown back to the sky
arms flailing, a sense of sailing
all this with me soon will die
I emit a single tear
desperate, at anything I clasp
I belch out a cry of fear
I clutch at hope, but only air I gasp
The fall will do no harm
wind rushes past as I drop
I try to turn to see what\'s ahead
The danger is in the sudden stop