On the edge of my mind sits the chasm.
Around it I have built railings and hung signs.
They warn me to beware, to stay away from the pit.
Still I am drawn to it, my curiosity overwhelming.
Would the fall be so bad I often wonder.
Part of me yearns to make the jump, to find the bottom.
I hesitate, held in check by reason.
Perhaps not today, but maybe tomorrow.
By Nicholas Byrley