The Edge of Flight

He stands on the edge, waiting.

"The view from here is liberating."

He's more than ready for this flight.

No carry on today, he packed light.

Questions unanswered, in his head.

"Maybe I should take the bus instead.

I am no pilot and this flight is one way.

This place ain't bad, maybe I'll stay."

The breeze of the wind at his back,

is a comfort that he once would lack.

He thinks about the friends he'd leave.

And then about the friends he'd relieve.

Opportunity rising in each gasp of air.

Finally a game that really seemed fair.

Closer he crept, mere inches from a fall.

"Soon my troubles won't matter at all."

The future uncertain, the past won't change.

The present a gift you can't ever exchange.

"Maybe I've given you the best of me

and after this flight I'll sleep restfully.

People don't miss the good till it's gone.

So this flight can make me good thereon."

It was never supposed to be like this.

One step closer with a Devilish kiss.

Breathing deeply, he closes his eyes.

Finally, he starts to see truth in lies.

Never before has he felt this alive.

Maybe, feelings will rise with a dive.

"Please, love, for me do not weep.

For this consequence I chose to reap.

And the item I want won't come cheap.

So I'll buy it alone, without one peep."

Shaky hands, he tries hard to steady.

No more thinking, he knows he's ready.

Inching closer, it's time to decide.

Take flight or stay for the ride?