I'll teeter on the precipice,
Worried to go faster,
So much fog and ice ahead,
I'm scared that I can't master.
I'll stay here on the very edge,
Take risks? I'd rather stay,
Living in the comfortable,
Where life won't run away.
I'll lie here on the very brink,
And watch the clouds stroll by,
Watch the colours blaze across,
An Aztec, azure sky.
I'll rest here where I'm safe and sound,
Because risks are something more,
But something itches in my mind,
Aren't risks what life is for?
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