The Rooftop

In my heart of hearts I conceal a secret
Every night, after the mundane circle of my day is over
I climb the stairs to the rooftop in a rush

I trudge across the concrete barefoot
Back and forth, end to end, again and again and over and over
All over again
Until I reach the very edge
And half my foot is hanging loose above the city maze

Poor reasons to halt me before the void
Poor excuses to throw me into this march again
Poor feet to carry my dead weight
Back and forth, end to end, again and again and over and over
All over again

My life will be an endless rooftop stroll
Bare feet hanging loose over the edge for a stand, or a flight, or a fall
Until the day I decide to take the final step