Beyond This Realm, Margarita Juravleva Stage Fright

Your eyes Wide Shut. Air is tearing my lungs with noise.
A fright to make the last move. Going on a scaffold.
Resisting harder and hareder to the loud call of space.
These are the last seconds of fear,
I can't be frightened any more.
I have no more ways back and no abilities to choose.
It's over. Life is divided on ""before"" and ""after"".
The last step will change everything.
Slipping and falling, standing up for a new start, running, Walking, crawling; on the stomach, on the knees, on the palms. Enter the future.
Is it true, that tomorrow is today?