You leave once the ride is over! And not a moment before!

Ohh, my turn to post this classic:

The view from halfway down - Alison Tafel 

The weak breeze whispers nothing
\ the water screams sublime.
\ His feet shift, teeter-totter
\ deep breaths, stand back, it’s time.

Toes untouch the overpass
\ soon he’s water-bound.
\ Eyes locked shut but peek to see
\ the view from halfway down.

A little wind, a summer sun
\ a river rich and regal.
\ A flood of fond endorphins
\ brings a calm that knows no equal.

You’re flying now, you see things
\ much more clear than from the ground.
\ It's all okay, or it would be
\ were you not now halfway down.

Thrash to break from gravity
\ what now could slow the drop?
\ All I’d give for toes to touch
\ the safety back at top.

But this is it, the deed is done
\ silence drowns the sound.
\ Before I leaped I should've seen
\ the view from halfway down.

I really should’ve thought about
\ the view from halfway down.
\ I wish I could've known about
\ the view from halfway down—