I wait, untouched. The polished road beneath my feet vibrates with anticipation. I look into the pitch black cave And see the lantern burn Brighter and brighter. It burrows through the darkness With a familiar fury. With the desperation of a child, I lean over the stripe and Contemplate myself. One misstep, One careless bump, And my fate would be decided. The ground shakes under me And the underground wind sweeps my body back I am pushed once again onto mortal soil, And am afraid of myself.