Edge

Feel the cool breeze blowing
My toes are on the edge
Bottomless below me
And nothing overhead
Arms outstretched and steady
Not knowing what's beyond
Half the croud holds tightly
While the others cheer me on
I have no choice in jumping
It will happen in the end
My pausing on this edge
Is only stalling my descent
The wind is picking up
And my grip is slipping fast
Everyone else has already jumped
Leave it to me to be the last