Sitting Upon A Rock

Sitting upon a rock at the edge of the abyss.
The abyss of my life past.
Filled with cloudy waters.
I welcome the waves of my memories
As they splash upon the rock of which I sit.
Searching for the sands of time.
The sands that are supposed to take me beyond this point.
Why do I sit with no direction?
Which way am I supposed to go?
Falling back I feel it pull me.
Fighting to grasp what is not there.
I land upon the waves with no splash.
Washed upon a beach.
Time will never deny.
Confused, I stand and walk.
Endless cliffs calling to me.
Which one now must I climb?
Closing my eyes I reach out.
Feeling the rope I climb.
Slowly reaching the top.
Opening my eyes once again.
Only to see myself upon another rock.
Waves of my memories splashing at my feet.
With my eyes wide open,
I jump.