We tip-toe above the unknown
For the thrill of it;
We gravitate into all we've known
For the security of it.
It still beats
But it's not enough,
To keep me on my feet;
I'm still alive
But it's never enough,
To say I'll survive.
I need that sense of wonder
And a heart to fold under.
Submitted: January 18, 2012
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