Wednesday, October 17, 2007


My eyes are open to the chances that arise
yet my mind is fearful to those I try
It’s funny the way one feels young and strong
no chance is deadly and never wrong
Most just walk on the edge thinking only of glory
one to be added to the best of stories
Yet each falls tumbling from the top
because they dared to dance with death one time too many
But does that matter is death our true enemy?
I don’t think so
If our enemy is anything
it is our single-minded determination to challenge
The seemingly impossible
and our will to conquer the unconquerable