-------- My knuckles have turned to white, From gripping the bar so tight. Plunging ever faster through the night, I abandon all - restraint, fear, sight. ---- Bouncing blindly, I grimace, Not from pain, but sudden bliss. The pang of perception leaves me breathless, Was I really so faithless to miss this? -- I see now what I've forgot, That my worry's all for naught. Trust in that eternal, stems the onslaught Of uncertainty with which life is fraught. -