Contemplation

When I stand near the edge of a cliff,

I look down,

And I keep my legs stiff.

When I look down, 

I cant help but frown.

How far can I fall?

How high is enough?

Should I continue to stall?

If I were to turn around,

Would it make a difference?

Would I not reach the ground?

Is this not the one less traveled?

I walked back through the road I knew. 

No contemplation.