I now stand on the precipice,
Watching the fall of crumbling stone.
Each rock descends in silent grace,
Yet none gives way, none stands alone.

I wonder, is this path the one,
To fall and hope I do not break?
Or will I find wings in the wind,
And soar to skies for heaven's sake?

I now stand at the open door,
A shadowed trail before my feet,
A desert vast with a hollow core,
My heart as light as feathered neat.

I wonder, was this choice in vain,
To yield as fate slipped out of sight?
To never call your name again,
To lose your laugh, your voice, your light.

I now stand in a silent hall,
With wandering souls in muted grey.
No shadows stretch across the wall,
No warmth to chase the cold away.

I wonder, should I turn around,
To the days when fire filled the air?
To nights I lost what once was found,
Or was it day? I'm unaware.

I now drift in a sea of black,
No up or down, no left or right.
A current pulls but I won't turn back,
Still paddling toward a hint of light.

I wonder when did it all begin?
A raft of souls, all bruised and brave,
With only will and grit within,
We rode the storm and dared the wave.

I now stand at the gateway's edge,
Where truths await, beyond return.
The answer lies past this last ledge,
A spark for which my soul does yearn.

I wonder why to obey the laws
Of gods and men, so cruel, unkind
If only she had stepped aboard,
We could've left it all behind.