The world is at my feet
But all I feel is it’s weight upon my shoulders.
How do I trust the plunge
When I’m leaping in the dark?
Desperately grasping to anything within reach
Time is slipping through my fingers.
Each tic of the clock
Is another nudge to the cliff’s edge.
The fall is inevitable
I will descend through the unknown abyss.
So much fear and uncertainty
In the risk of a leap of faith.
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