I'll follow

I once thought of jumping
Off the side of a busy overpass
To land face down in the warm
Polluted run-off from the traveled road

To understand why others jumped.
Maybe I just wanted to fly;
Become a bird without wings,
Without lift to recover from gravity.

Maybe it was a loss of interest
In my life, but I think it was a twist,
A recovery of another life,
Of other's lives, of yours.

I wondered what it took to discover
Forgotten lives, to appreciate life,
And to remember death. To freely die
For curiosity of another's existence

Was my mission this darkened morning,
To uncover the curtain
That cleaved my jump from another's,
To understand the other side

That is unfortunately neglected;
The stiff laying in the coagulated grease.