I was standing at a cliff
Looking into an oblivion I didn’t want to know
Yet I was leaning over the edge
Testing out the mist

It spelled out mysteries 
Words in a new language
One I vaguely remember, but cannot place

My feet are dangling over the edge
I’m confused by this freedom

No longer wanting to revel in that unknown mist,
I stood
Content with waiting
Content with walking back down the lane that led me here
It was the only one I knew
But if I were meant to be comfortable I wouldn’t have a choice,
Free will is extending his hand to greet me 

So, in a moment of haste,
I sprinted and launched myself into the oblivion
I was suspended in mid air, not yet sure whether I’ll fall or fly
I remain unsure
Stuck in this stupor
That is my ever-conflicting existence