I peer through the world
With opened eyes and a complex mind.
There is a man much taller than I.
Long before the dawning light
He puts the razor to his face.
Every one experiences their first "cut"
My fathers words
echo throughout my mind,
"It is foolish to make
The same mistake twice
Expecting a different result."
Our joy of life forbids us
To be near the edge.
But you will not live a single day
If you dare not to make a single mistake.
We are but human.
We bleed, we share pain.
Without passion, we do not breathe.
On the Razors Edge, we learn to live.