I’ve been hovering on the edge of the cliff 
Contemplating flight for a long time.

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Wandering around it, peering over cautiously,
Assessing the depth, gauging possibilities, all bleak

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Returning to my safe zone, fantasising about a non-existent 
Cloak of protection; Shuddering for good measure. 

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You see, I once was the ruler of this valley and the hill.
They fell at my feet... But that’s all in the past.

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Today I’m called up to justify my existence.
It’s their world, their rules. Their judgement awaits.

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One by one, they’ll come for each one of us. It’s time. 
No, I’ll not give in. Nor give them the pleasure.

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The need to be reckless, the desire to be wild

The joy of free fall, the urge to let go

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To fling oneself headlong over the endless chasm.
Wouldn’t you rather die than be killed?

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And so I pass the edge in a mad rush; the wind takes me.
Will my parachute open? Will the ropes hold?

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Will the safety nets appear down below, ready
To gather me into their arms? Here I go—