The courage to jump
the brink, let myself fall
beyond the precipice
most people call life.
I've grown tired of
stumbling, skinning
my knees. If flight is
possible without
the sting of growing
wings, let me fly
way, above the madness
to a place where
there is nothing to gamble
but another go round
And, win or lose there
is a chance at something after
the penultimate decision.
Because life, and maybe
death, will always  be
a gamble after all