I wish to say
What I feel each day
And pay the price, in hindsight
It wages better than restraint
Why remain in the shade
Caved in, playing, portraying fables
And charades, afraid
Of what may lay beyond the hazy faint glow
Of light that shines right into
The cradle from whence we came
Does it not awaken some innate
Sense of exploration depraved
Does it not suggest
Some gesture that we just might be meant for
Something more than lives spent
In entrenchment surrendered
But for enrichment
And adventure
The quest for questions
And answers hence forth
To measure our beliefs
Against possibilities
We will transcend our sense of ease
For posterity.
