The weak breeze whispers nothing,
the water screams sublime.
His feet shift, teeter-totter,
deep breaths, stand back, it's time.
Toes untouch the overpass,
soon he's water-bound.
Eyes locked shut but peek to see
the view from halfway down.
A little wind, a summer sun,
a river rich and regal.
A flood of fond endorphins
brings a calm that knows no equal.
You're flying now, you see things
much more clear than from the ground.
It's all okay, or it would be
were you not now halfway down.
Thrash to break from gravity,
what now could slow the drop?
All I'd give for toes to touch
the safety back at top.
But this is it, the deed is done,
silence drowns the sound.
Before I leaped I should've seen
the view from halfway down.
I really should've thought about the view from halfway down.
I wish I could've known about the
The View From Halfway Down
Bojack Horseman
