Running fast across tempered glass,
A thousand feet up in the sky.
Tempting fate and engineering,
As I stomp on glass, up high.
I was too afraid of that,
I barely touched the glass.
Perhaps, I didn’t have the brass.
I remember the CN Tower,
Fulfilled my childish dream.
Challenged my willpower,
But at least I didn’t scream.
Not outside my brain, I mean.
I was such a different person then,
So much more afraid, of the world
Everything had seemed to me,
I may not be less afraid,
But I’m less controlled by fear.
I’ll do just what I need to do,
As I enter new frontiers.
All the time.
Most the time?
Let’s make it all-time, one day soon!
Before the darkness in the land is strewn,
In the glow of a Winter’s frozen moon.
This art was inspired by this poem, by the wonderful Orkidedatter.