MY CHOICE

I keep my life upon a ledge
I often walk up to the edge
oblivion, covered in a misty haze
so pure and simple, unlike lifes' maze
I lay and wonder, on my elbows propped
what would happen, if from life I dropped
as I lay and carefully ponder my choice
deep within me I hear a little voice
"just take the step, that's the first thing you do
there's freedom out there! and peacefullness too!!
over the edge you'll drop like a feather
slow motion falling...we'll do it together!
there's no death here...just endless space
don't worry, I'll be here for you...just in case!"
now that I finally smothered that little voice
I can turn and look at my other choice
and all I see is a big black curtain
what lies beyond it, I'm uncertain
it is my life, of that I am certain
so this time I guess, I'll take the curtain
to live my life...or go insane
I made my choice, but the choice remains
I fear if I am weak when I make the choice...
I just may listen to that little voice

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