Patrick Rose

The Precipice

I stand high upon the cliff
With choices left and right
I stand there in the wind
Trying not to be blown to either side

To my left I see the ocean
A shimmering bright blue sea
So welcoming and so sure
But where might these blue waves go
I cannot see the far shore

Another choice is on my right
I see waves of mist as dark as night
I see nothing below these dark clouds
But on the same side and far away
I see a paradise of gold not gray

The choice is mine and mine alone
The forceful wind no longer blows
To my left the journey is clear
But the destination I cannot see
While to my right the journey is not shown
And the end is what is clear to me

I jump


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