The Title That Wasn't

suspended in the air
twisting on invisible thread
looking to the future
i'm filled with dread
the plunge is near
i say goodbye to the familiar, breezy wind
i try to suppress my fear
as my eyes shut and my body descends
i spread my arms
and let the universe have its way
not really wondering
where i will find myself someday
may as well
enjoy the fall
never be compelled
to look back on it all
i'm sure the thread is still there
but i have moved on