Would you fly?

The memory of the hit road

You knew where it all started.

The path as finally brought you here

Staring through the mist

At the edge of that cliff

You believed you could see his glitter

While staring through the shadow

You can hear them now,

Telling you about the bridge

But then you’ll realize the truth.

No voice will be louder than your own

As on that cliff you are alone.

Then suddenly you will start hearing

That little voice questioning…

…If you were to jump would you fly?

 

Reviews

[Ice]

I like this poem, it shows if you're questioned to do something out of the ordinarily. To fly, to be free..

[Rocketpollos]

Thank you, being free and making decisions were the main themes I had in mind when I wrote that.

[Ice]

You're welcome I enjoyed reading your poem. (: