It is the dilemma of the human form

Standing there, feet on the edge of the abyss

The randomness of exploration there within, holding all the possibilities

Probabilities that we procrastinate about cannot be trusted

Teetering on the edge looking down

Wondering if we dare

If anyone else cares, or even if we do

Together bonded with our lovers in life

Yet alone in reality

Decisions on the possibilities a real conundrum in the aloneness

Always wanting the easy way

As the grains beneath our feet erode, forcing a decision

Balancing until the last moment on the edge

At last, deciding now is the time

Plunging like the eagle chick from the eerie

Wings spread as far as they will go; the possibilities call us to try