When I jumped off the ledge, at first I was pleased.

I did not see the concrete, I enjoyed the nice breeze.

But you know the story ends, once again I'm drinking.

All beat up, alone again, wondering what I was thinking.

My sponsor declared, “It's not gone to waste.”

If I learned that the edge was a dangerous place.

The solution I found wasn't really a riddle,

When I follow directions, I end up in the middle.