Not a dare, not a challenge, not a lark
Arms akimbo, memories I will dredge,
I will face the vast unknown, light or dark.
Somehow, you have wasted away my time
And I, in allowing it, hold little;
I perceive that I walk always sublime
While inside I am nothing but brittle.
But, if alone I go along my way
Nothing can interrupt, nor interfere
My days will be what I thus do so lay
And my nights I will cherish and hold dear.
Chest thrust out, head looking up to the sky
I take many steps so that I can fly.