Edge

The ground moves beneath my feet
Pushing me a little closer to the edge
But I haven’t jumped yet
I can hear the drums
The world awaiting my step
Wanting me to fall
Wanting me to jump
The stage is set
I am standing on the edge
I look at the world around
Its turned up in festive glory
I can see a man furiously
Writing out my obituary
I then look beneath
I see a pair of steady feet
The ground is still moving
The edge of the cliff stares back
But my heart listens only to me.