There’s a thin line between bravery and craziness
that many before are afraid to walk.
The precarious journey needs one of untold strength,
yet I am but a simple man balancing it.
I look at one side and shiver with pain.
To be so courageous and brave and earnest
would be to open one’s heart to hurt.
It will be rewarded, but at what cost?
Now to the other I glance with wary eyes.
Letting go with maniacal glee,
no restrain, bursting with pleasure.
Its reward is freedom, its cost: outcast.
I look at you and nothing matters.
To hell with the world and its inhabitants.
I thread that line, falling on each side equally,
making my way to you without fear and crazy in love,
and that makes all the difference.
Inspired by Robert Frost’s The Road Not Taken.
Dedicated to the Silly Bug.