concrete
is the hole below my feet
dark and moist and fulfilling
but I am still hovering
motionless in the air
flickering without a care
and I stop to think
"do I dare?"

waving
the ocean is stark raving
cold with an icy bite
getting chiller with the night
can you stop the wind,
or make the water spin
she answers quietly
"I do not dare."

climb
with arms stronger than mine
upon those towering cliffs
that have left me miffed
brush off the dust
and cleanse the rust
while asking
"should I dare?"

share
the light of a burning flare
leading into the darkness
of fate's shining midnight tress
put out thoughts as precise
your mind should suffice
shout to the world
"I have dared."