Looking out into the great beyond

I am at a crossroads, trapped again in this great tower I have created for myself, this place I come time and again, but which only makes me feel trapped and less like myself. I longingly stare from its window into the distance. I don't see much hope on the horizon and I don't know how to get down to the ground even if I did. My hair is short again--there is no rope this time. I suppose I will have to leap, even though I see nothing out there to leap for, nothing to risk that dangerous distance to the world outside. Only a few short days ago I thought I had a reason to risk it--someone stood at the base of my tower--someone who was willing to catch me and lead me out into the great beyond, but some siren has called him away and he has forgotten his promise to catch me, so I will have to go on my own perhaps. "Sometimes your only means of transportation is a leap of faith"