Standing on the precipice of an endless void,
If you fell in you would be destroyed,
But you can’t escape, it draws you in,
When you look down your head starts to spin.
So you stand there fearing for a thousand years
Stuck in one place, controlled by your fears.
Would you jump in to an almost certain death?
Would it be better than feeling its cold breath?
Perpetual fear or possible demise?
At least falling down you might see endless skies,
That is, if you could, falling might be lies.