The Traveler

I stood on the edge
Eyes locked with destiny.
The world stopped spinning
For a moment.
A thousand miles away
I land in a strange new world.
The land has given rise
To pauper and prince.
Yet some stand apart,
Alone in a journey
taking them beyond.

A mountaintop of smoke...
Driven to the edge once more.
No stop to save us, no savior.
We leap, crashing on rocks
Cold and hard. And yet,
As our energies dissipate into the abyss;
We see a glimpse,
What could have been..
Had we not...
At that moment
Given up hope,
Swallowed dreams,
Allowed the earth,
To swallow us whole.