Netless, I fly and netless I'll fall
alone onto concrete floor.
Thought about taking the safest route,
but maybe it's death to be bored.
So, back to the place where I'm most me,
flying and letting go. That's where I live
and that's where I'll die,
maimed, broken, and worn.
The only regrets are steps not taken
when fear gets in the way,
blocking the path to a new direction
down the most interesting roads.