These random thoughts
Are mine,
And that finite act of doing
Defines the essence of me;

Vacillate like a squirrel ?
No....not I!

The monster storm I shall ever chase,
Channeling fear as fuel
For the engine within,
A cerebral turbine
Hell-bent on exploration;

The mythic mountain I shall ever climb,
Stains of sweat and struggle
Streaking over her peaks
And jagged edges,
Bleeding wisdom into callouses and scars
For future wars;

And the roar of the rhythmic river
Hurling  waves high over
Hidden cliffs,
Her furious fall
A source of energy
And joy for all;

Here I shall ever swim
On  a dare, a whim
Or simply because she's there...

Calling!

~ P (#stormchaser)
11/14/2013