On the edge of a chasm I stand.
I walked here, behind me familiar land.
Of what is beyond stories I’ve heard
In my obsession I hear every word.
Treasure, adventure, fiery dragons slain
Few hear the parts of perseverance and pain.
What awaits me? Should I take this step?
My next step is small, return I cannot.
Fear holds my ankles, I have to or rot.

Something had to die and die it did,
To loosen the ties of the fear’s grip.
Forget what’s behind or simply don’t care,
I will take this leap to the place of nowhere.