fifty/fifty

Somebody told me to jump off a cliff
I said no, told them to go and we got in a tiff

He believed that I could fly
I did not agree
But he did insist on it
until I had to flee

For I feared he may right
For he may be wrong
I could be outcast, a flying freak
or hit the ground headlong

Such choices one must rarely make
but a stranger's choice is not for their sake
it's offered to you, a burning gift
to cast it out or give a lift

One's soul can only answer to the choices it does make
So why not give it pride and joy, you risked for your own sake

And if you fall, well what of it
you're headed for a grave
But why not try, you might just fly
make gravity your slave