DESTINATION UNKNOWN

Sitting,
On the edge of my life.
My legs and feet hanging,
Shoelaces untied,
Dangling.

Below me a chasm,
The bottom unknown.
Behind me,
Vast and blurry.
Each direction,
Seemingly infinite.

I am on the precipice,
Walking the edge.
Arms extended for balance.
Teetering this way,
Wobbling that way.

If I fall in,
I may not stop.
If I turn and run,
I may grow tired.

Thinking.
Dreaming.
Kicking my feet,
Flailing my shoelaces.
Waiting.
Sitting.