A Prisoner Released

I saw a man jump off a cliff, A thousand foot, no more; Falling to a jagged death A gruesome fate in store. We had wandered through sad lands With stone so cold and barren; Another quest for happiness In reality a fool's errand. My stupid friend cajoling me, "Seek and ye shall find!"; What possessed me to listen To what that bakana opined? I watched, as a drowning man, Sinking in the mud; I've gone as far as I can go Now it's time for blood. But shocking was the jumping man, Jumping from on high; For though he fell a thousand feet He bothered not to die. For when the ground came rushing near He turned to see the sky; His smile as a Cheshire's As he began to fly. I yelled with unbelieving eyes, "Morty, you're a moron. You know you should have died!" He replied so sarcastic, "Thank you for the info! Your faith you cannot hide!" Morty was a shooting star Slicing through the clouds; Leaving me to ponder How my death be not proud. Morty jumped the chasm To face a land unknown; Never would I follow And lose all I have known. Finally there comes a point Where everything is lost; And though my life I'm wanting I just cannot bear the cost. Such was on my feckless mind As I watched my friend soaring; Reflecting on a wasted life Basically spent whoring. Then Morty shot out of the sky Into the space above; Something he was yelling, I think it's, "Life is love!" Fearlessly, he trekked the stars, The universe his home; Gleefully, two angels came, So rarely to be shown. With every burst of energy Holy colors streamed; A hidden wonderland That every eye should see. An ancient star was calling, A place of dreams to share; Feeling as a prophet Morty's soul was bare. Angelic hands guided him To the source of all men's dreams; Do you know this place? they asked, Where all is at it seems? Morty was rejoicing, "I know exactly where I am!" "This is the place where "The lion sleeps with the lamb." And though he felt eternal praise And saw God in every leaf; Morty then remembered me - Lost in mud and grief. So the shooting star returned, Touching till the end; The warm and graceful hands Of his angelic friends. "You're a sorry fucker!" I said, Descending into my fright; "You're never fucking happy "Until you prove you're right!" But this only made him smile, "Of course you shouldn't leap! "You really should stay over there "And stay feeling like a creep!" I really wanted to strangle him, I really wanted to shout; But gone from me were reasons To remain a prisoner of doubt. So I too leapt the chasm, Into the land unknown. No longer am I master But I just might find a home.