Sometimes the world seems big and brash,
A ripping, roaring tide-
Of shouts and yells and craziness,
From which I want to hide.
The general rush kills all the calm,
Makes serenity rub and chafe,
It makes me long to be at peace,
Somewhere perfectly safe.
But revelation struck me down,
I saw my one mistake,
To live without the dangerous,
Is not a path to take.
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