Bitter-sweet the mood that takes

Bitter-sweet the mood that takes me,
Floating on Winds that make me fear,
i was never good with heights.

now as i fly thoughts grip me,
a strangle hold apon myself,
causing me to think,

since theres no escape from it up here,
i am forced,
by myself,

To lengths i would never have chosen,
not all the wind is solid,
and the ground is so far down

i can still fall off.

i can still Jump.

i can still choose.