Relief and Regret

I stand on the cliff top and face the crumbling ledge,
Crouch coiled like a sprinter, 20 feet from the edge,
The grass tufts wave and I stare to the sky,
I look to the edge as the pollen floats by.

I stand on the landing and look down,
Carpeted corridor, cream and light brown,
I look to the edge again, and though I can't see,
I know the stairs go on for eternity.

Then I'm gone from a standstill to lightning speed,
And the wind on my face is all that I need,
My feet come to the edge and I jump so high,
And all that my vision can see is the sky.

The run up is slower in carpeted halls,
But it makes no difference; my tension still falls,
I relax as I leap, and nothing can stop me,
And when I can't turn back, I'm finally free.

My arms are stretched wide and my legs they still run,
And I feel like there can be nothing this fun,
Though I know that I'm dead at the end of the fall,
Though I know it, throughout, there's no fear at all.
As I hit the rock stairs, I know I will scream,
As I do I awake, just my recurring dream.