Looking at the world below me
Stretching neath my feet
Keep my balance lest I fall now
Down into the street
Far more spacious than the ground
None more blustry to be found
Awestruck I now stare around
Readying to leap
What a rush awaits me then
Such a thrill the world would end
Down around my ears it rend
Nevermore to meet
Back unto the earth I climb
Till Stability I find
Suicide is not my kind
Excitement though I seek
Walking now upon the road
Plotted steps that lead me home
Lead me back to what I know
Walking on the street
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