**The View From Halfway Down by Secretariat

The weak breeze whispers nothing

The water screams sublime

His feet shift teeter-totter

Deep breath, stand back, it's time.

Toes untouch the overpass

Soon he's waterbound

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, 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 atop.

But this is it, the deed is done.

Silence drowns the sound.

Before I leaped, I should have seen

The view from halfway down.

I really should have thought about 

The view from halfway down.

I wish I could've known about 

The view from halfwa—