If I stand at the edge of the precipice and turn away from it, am I cowardly?
If I stand at the edge of the precipice and jump, am I weak?
If I stand at the edge, grab your hand and jump, am I brave?
If I stand at the edge and watch you fall, am I braver?
Or am I an idiot for standing still, when I should be running?
Should I be running to the edge, jumping, taking flight and leaving you behind?
Or should I be retracing my steps, searching for the missing anchor?
If I stand here long enough, will it come full circle?
Or will the tears erode the sandy cliff?
If I stand at the edge, is it the end or the beginning?
Will I know?
Will I care?