Free Fall

I teeter on the edge

Of the looming skyscraper

And wonder how many before me

Have stood in my shoes

Peering over the surreal ledge

At the tangible ground below?

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How many of them

Have pondered what it would be like

To fly?

To fall?

As I do now

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Were there many?

Why did they do such a thing

That we are taught is wrong?

What could be worth it?

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I step over the brink

And finally all is at peace

As I tumble towards the concrete Earth

The wind sweeps across my skin

And it's such a rush

Because while I flail through the air

For the first time in my life I lose all

Control

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And that's when I realized

People jumped off the edge

Because the fall is worth the collision