The Plunge

You say I’m getting ready to take a plunge

A lunge straight into hell

I might as well jump off the Empire State Building

But I say, it wouldn’t be so bad

A good time could be had

And right now, as I contemplate the trip

I feel the pull of gravity, magnetic

A gigantic force
I no longer have the will to fight

It ignites a curiosity

Enticing me to see if I could survive

So dramatic a dive into
What could be oblivion

Or might I get caught in the weather
Float like a feather

In the drafty winds blowing about

Here and there, up and down

Hovering above the town
Where the lights twinkle bright

A delight to my sight, calming my fright

As I lean further than sanity allows

I’m not sure what kind of trip I’ll have
Such is life

Terminal or Eternity

Suspended in a moment

Forever in a breath

Nothing like life or death

            Being

I look down to the street below

Hypnotized, no time to rationalize

I fall

I see you at the window on the 83^rd floor                 

You yell, “How’s your trip to hell?”

I shout back; the wind in my lungs

Riding the breeze, feeling release

The ease of burden left behind

“I don’t know, but the view looks good from here.”