The Edge

Standing at the edge of time
turning to look back,
To see the things that I have gained
​and the things that I still lack.

I begin walking down the path
that leads me through time,
​And I see the things that I have loved
such as family, friends and rhyme.

But the earth begins to shake and crack
the path it falls away,
And I find myself falling down the tunnel
Of my misery and dismay.

Landing on my feet again
not knowing where to go,
​Not wanting to leave the things I love
the things I've grown to know.

​ But the curiosity of what lies ahead
draws me ever near,
While the haunting voices of my past
keep whispering in my ear.

So I stand here at this edge of time
with my hands thrown in the air,
Swaying back and forth again
but not going anywhere.