And the wind is wild and howling and rabid, clutching and groping at you like an animal And the ground spins dizzy below you, and the empty sky yawns hungry around you, and there's no one here to tell you you're doing the right thing But you still have to jump from the plane
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Not who you are, oh no That lonely quest has only ever turned up dead ends That's the kind of nonsense that got you on the plane in the first place No, you're pretty sure, whenever you die, you won't know that Maybe you're nobody, nothing, that's all you ever were
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But you know what you ARE NOT You are not one of them You do not belong here You are not going where the plane is going And if there are only two choices, inside the plane or outside the plane, then there's no choice at all
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So you close your eyes You grit your teeth You say a prayer or whisper a goodbye or hum a childhood lullaby You clutch the ripcord and you clench every muscle you can find and you breathe as deep and slow as you can
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Maybe you take a slow, dignified step over the threshold Maybe you charge out screaming bravado and rage Maybe, like a coward, you fall forward in a slow faint, limp and passive, letting the wind make the decision for you
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It doesn't matter No one is here to see The result is the same It only matters that you do it So go Now Every hesitation makes it worse, and yet in the end it doesn't matter how long you waited to do it so long as you still do
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I don't know what's waiting for you when you jump A miraculous recovery without a scratch, perhaps, and a long and happy life thereafter Or a hell of shattered limbs, severed nerves, scars and blood and aches and twinge, sleepless nights of chronic pain and awful dreams
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Medals, honors, ribbons, a cheering crowd and a consensus of historians honoring your courage Or ignominy, hatred, spit and piss running down the lonely gravestone of a traitor and a coward Or no gravestone at all, a body eaten by buzzards and flies leaving no name behind
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I don't know You can't know All of that is for later Maybe it will end in an instant, too soon to notice, and all of this wondering will be for naught
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But you DO know You know where that plane is going That's all there is to know And no matter what, when the plane lands, you won't be on it That's all that matters That's all you need to know That's all the peace I can give you That's all the peace you need
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Take my hand, if you need it Imagine me here with you Imagine anything you need to imagine Imagine everyone you love, gathered in a circle, waiting for you to touch down, welcoming you back to earth, to safety Imagine everything will, somehow, be all right
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And then Shut up and get over yourself and FUCKING LET GO
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Sometimes you have to jump out of the plane
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