Find Land

So very little holds me here,
yet everything does in my mind.
Can you fathom the frustrations
of those thoughts intertwined?
Its walking a thin line,
and little changes shift the wind.
Tumbled flailing into action,
the face of fortune grinned.
Plunging face first into destiny,
but where did I find land?
For one side is new beginnings,
the other death’s cold hand.