Caution is a word I use(d)

I would always stand at the precipice.
Stare out over the promontory with fear of the chasm below
Be surrounded by dizzying hurls of natures bravado
Teasing with their attempts to persuade me to jump.
But, like an emotionless rock I clung to the tufts of the past.
The black face of the future so hard to stare into.
So there I would stand ageing against a backdrop of past fading and future unformed.

I know no longer can stay on this ledge,
the past is unknown to me but as unreachable as time.
So it must be too the future I look,
this awe defining undermining land of unescapable mysteries.
And as I look back before I take that leap,
I no longer see the shadow that used to be me.