Just Jump

I feel as if I am in a runaway hot air balloon
I do not know how to steer,
Drifting on the fronts of the wind,
With lips chapped and tongue parched.
Nightfall is coming,
And it seems no one knows I'm here alive.
I can no longer see the ground,
And even in crisis mode
I cannot bear the sound of my own thoughts.
To either stay or flee seems to lead to certain death
Either way I choose.
I peer over the side,
Close my eyes,
Draw in a deep breath,
Then feel myself falling
As I take the plunge.