Dangling by a seeming thin thread,
Past outcrop, looking down,
Five hundred metres down,
Sheer drop, sheer dread,
See the ledge to the left,
Bright sunlight,
Nothing’ but air to the right,
If I can just reach that cleft….
So shift my weight,
To the right, then the left,
Carabiner locked, no energy left,
In the hands of God and fate,
Rope walks on the sharp edge… begins to chafe,
This is it…Last pendulum swing,
Lose or win, swing baby swing,
As the maximum push creeps you out….
Of the safe…..