So, so so so
It's off the edge I go
Pounding my drum as I drop
Fall much more and I'll wind up on top
My, my my my
If I flap these wings I fly
I scream and all the birds laugh
Their easy disdain going to cut me in half
Do, do do do
You have to go there too
One of us should stay behind
And I love you too much to let you find
Sigh, sigh sigh sigh
Feeling good, don't know why
Don't pull the plug before I arrive
I'm looking down and getting ready to dive
So, so so so...
Note: After reading some of your excellent replies regarding poetry analysis, I've decided to leave off a title to this one save the first line. Interpret how you will.
Second Note: The cliff in this picture I took is about a mile from where my mom went off a cliff in her car and was killed 38 years ago. So to me it's more than just an interesting rock.