It's a journey,
One with twists and turns.
Ups and downs,
With danger surrounding all sides.
Once taken there can never be a return,
The door shut to past safety.
I have never left that door,
In turn I have not pursued anymore.
Like the saber tooth's teeth gone dull,
My edge is more decoration than a sharp cut.
Sure I am here,
But in the end I'm not.
What once was a dream to remember,
Now forgot.