Hanging on the edge...

All my hands feel is rock,
I am at the edge of a cliff,
and below my feet;
Air.

The abyss is endless,
my limbs are too weak,
Too weak to play,
What is my choice?

I can fall,
easy,
simple,
yet I am falling;
through time,
through space,
It will never end.
It goes on;
no end,
Just dragging on.

Or.

I may pull myself up,
Maybe I am too weak,
I need strength,
I need energy,
I need life.

Where is life?
What is life?
Is it in me?
Or out?

Is it in the cosmos?
Or our we just life?
Just existence.
Everything?

Love, pervades me,
And I realize,
I can pull myself up,
Or
I can fall.
And drift through the endless universe.
What is my choice?