sweet farewell - new poem

Sweet farewell,
The shuddered posture, the cold air,
Inhaling the smell,
I'm standing on the top of the world
I can't see the end of the path I was obliged on taking,
The wind brushed my hair, making me blind

What should I do?
Go back to my roots, or run away to the place
Where I won't be found at

Walking on the rickety fence,
Thoughts of death and life fill my clattery mind
The realization won't flow from nowhere
I need to stumble,
Only if my will is strong enough, will I survive.