over the edge

For long have I stood
At the edge of I
Looking down on me.
Who I am, a distant wish, no penny made the bottom.
My feet stay grounded
My soul tingling to jump
For long have I teased running
off the edge
would I float or fall
only those who go will know
Trust we must, trust I…

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