I Ascended the top of a mountain,
every morning, near dawn..,
Sit on the edge of a cliff,
and throw little stones off.
I would listen to the sounds they make,
I would follow them with my eyes,
till they crash.

It was a real early morning scene,
Cool breeze and misty surroundings,
No one was awake...,
I was back on my cliff,
still throwing off stones,
But the day I imagined...,

If I was there in place of those stones,
What would happen to me?
Would I survive or die?
If i die,

Would any one mourn for me?
Would any one cry for me?
Would any one remember me?

I got all my answers in the negative
I kept thinking for a long time
I kept searching
Searching for myself..,
Searchimg for my soul.,
But I Failed!

Then I finally came to a conclusion...
I Smiled..,
And
Jumped!