I stand here on the precipice,
Wondering where to turn.
Do I stay on the straight and narrow
Or take my chances with the fall?
Tired of always doing the right thing,
Fed up with always giving in,
I'm tempted to jump off the cliff
To see if I can fly on my own.
I look out over the grand chasm,
The sun on the other side,
Beckoning me to join him on his path,
Calling to me, telling me I can fly.
The wind carries the scent
Of a freshly picked lilac bouquet.
It drifts across the great divide,
Enticing me to jump to the other side.
A furry little plaything,
Small enough to hold in my hand,
So energetic and lively is he,
Pleading for my company.
I look out across the great chasm
And feel my course is clear.
I get ready to make the leap.
Stop me if you dare...or care.