Precipice

I am on a precipice and you are watching me wobble.
You will watch me fall and walk away.

Bare feet stand on the razor's edge.
The blade cuts thin against steadying soles.

If I fall forward, unending abyss will envelope me.
Backward, and my body will slide into thick, hardening concrete.

To be free of it all or to be locked into fate.
Or to stand forever on the high peak of unsteady indecision.

You are on a precipice and I am watching you wobble.
I will watch you fall and walk away.

I could push you forward, but only you can fall back.