My bones ache as I stare down the dire straits
Lochs and fjords cold and quiet
Watery maws slack jawed and gaping
Deep and black and hungry as death
Insatiable as the longing in my heart
That fickle desire to be wild and free
Flying away like a sea bird o’er the firth
My feet fixed firmly on the ledge
My gaze drowning in the waters
I raise my arms and leap
To glorious freedom or to defeat
Waxing Philosophical 