The Edge of the Horizon

To be standing at the edge,
To the horizon looking out,
With uncertain ease I face this empty space.
The blurring of boundaries before me;
Not knowing where the present ends and the future begins.
The question that hovers do I jump into the unknown, with the freedom and the fear of free falling out of control or to travel down the route I came, back to the despondent dissonance of being not where I am meant to be?
There seems to be an answer to this question that is making its self known. A way that could be solution to what I am, the place I am to be.
Yet will the answer that you want to be be nothing more than flight of fancy?

So I remain, for now, standing at the edge of the horizon.