Thinker.

Atop the London Eye
he sat, contemplating -
thinking, about the
choices
that he could make;
Feet
Dangling
Hanging
in what seems to be pure Space -
the Vast Ocean
or simply
what we know as the River Thames,
roaring below;

Jumper!
they cried,
you have a Choice!
he knows that for sure, of course
but still he sat,
contemplating -
thinking, about the
choices
that he could make;

I got it Straight!
he decided
and pushed himself off -
the Green water beneath
screaming Bloody Murder;
And stood up
on his Own Two Feet
and left the cabin.

The End.