I have reached into some startling placesMy curiosity has in the dregs of existence
Been moderated
I used to enjoy the courage rush
I got used to seeing the subterranean messages
And I still feel the rush to adventure
I have learned that a lot more happens
Than cavalier whimsy
Sometimes the sun in the autumn leaves
Calls to me
It drags me almost kicking and screaming
But I have jumped
I know of the scratching and chaffing
I know the damage that can ensue
I remember the hurt
And yet I remember the joy
What horns of a dilemma prod my intestines
Is the joy of crunching leaves
Adequate compensation
How much more can I take
What happens without the thrill
I'm pretty sure I don't happen
Apathy clogs my arteries
And I die without the oxygenating zest
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