Are we too young, our heads too strong?

I found myself once again staring into the abyss. I could feel the wind, teasing me, swaying me towards the edge. I looked down into the darkness, past the shattered glass, the broken rocks and sand down to the bottom, though I could not see the ground I knew it was there, waiting, calling. There are times when the only thing that matters is the free fall, though you lose control through the middle, the jump was yours and when you once again greet the earth, it was your choice.