Perpetual bliss in the form of freedom on the edge of the world

Standing on the edge of the world
looking down

one tear escapes my eye
I watch it fall, then disappear

thinking about jumping
what goes up, must come down

the notion quickly passes
I begin twirling on the edge of the world

powerful and powerless all in the same moment
letting go of the sides of my dress so the wind blows through

spinning, yet never once feeling dizzy
bare feet gliding across the edge effortlessly

on the edge, I am alone but in control of everything
I could, I should, but I wont

I am in charge of myself, no one around me to fear
dancing on the edge for the world to see

living on the edge
finally feeling free