Tonight you are arguing with yourself

Tonight you are arguing with
 yourself over whether or not you
 can fly. You don’t have wings, but
 there’s something in you that
 knows you would just float away
 over the tops of the buildings,
 something in you that says do it. 
It’s not a voice, it’s a knowing. It’s 
part of you, the part that wants
 you to jump. There’s nothing to 
distract you up here, on top of the
 tallest building in a city you may
 have created with your mind. 
That’s how powerful you are. You
 built an entire skyline. Surely
 flying is easy. The knowing
 knows more than you, it says. But
 it doesn’t say. It’s not a voice. It’s
 more assured than that. It’s more
 assured than you, who doubt. No
 more doubts, it knows. Only the
 air under your body. You lean
 forward. You know that soon it
 won’t matter if the knowing is
 wrong, and the knowledge feels
like a great wind inside you.