Self Preservation

What is this force that keeps me still when so close to the edge?

I am standing on a balcony

High above a crowd

I am swaying in the soft theater lights

Everyone is so loud

I follow my mental journey

And plunge through the air

But then I realize that I am still up here

Now comes the question

Of what is stopping me

My entire mind is screaming

Oh please set me free!

Like heavy hands on my shoulders

My body does not obey

For instinct overrides my desires

This force called

SELF PRESTERVATION

And yet how, then am I able

When all alone

To return to the jar

In a state of gloom

And reach inside until my hand

Greets my old metal friend

And sheds a red tear to say

How much I have missed him

So how then can I

Make myself bleed

When I cannot obey my mind

To let my soul be freed?