Confusion

I look upon this canyon,
great, dark and deep.
I see others falling,
I watch them as they weep.

I scramble down the canyon wall,
just a little bit,
and find a tiny cavern,
and so there I sit.

I see the people falling,
and cower at their screams.
I wonder why they jump off,
all I see are little streams.

I can't understand their motives.
Why do they do this thing?
I see some reconsider,
and grab branches to which they cling.

I try to see the bottom,
for which my eyes do strain.
The people there are smiling,
even after the blood and pain.

But some stand out at the bottom.
They continue to cry out in pain.
It seems like, for some of them,
the jump was all in vain.

So I return my attention
to the ones standing at the top.
Their faces look like a little kid's
who just saw a giant lollipop.

They seem not to know
what will happen when they leap.
They're oblivious to the world,
as if they're asleep.

This love, as you can tell,
is a dangerous thing.
But don't leave it behind.
Don't just cling.