About to take off from the cliff’s edge
Just when you think it’s going to go one way, it goes the other
So you decide to move with it
And then it goes the opposite way again
Teetering, swaying, trying to gain foothold
Winds are shifting, erratically
It’s a thrill, it’s a scary, fun, exhilarating thrill
Not knowing, yet feeling the pull from both depths
Currents are strong in cross-directions
Knowing you must choose, having to pick a side
No longer sitting on the fence, but giving yourself to flight
The only question is, without a navigator, which way to fly?
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