On the edge of Space where one may lurk, how better to find…and more to lurch Where is it the rocks have fallen, perhaps they have only gathered What is the real measure of men, perhaps the one where we too have whispered That in the spot where weaker beings have become nothing but victims to position They lacked a rugged stance.To be taken seriously To be etched from the stones of nature However will they become what they preach? To find that place that will allow their goals They must take a rugged stance.What is there it gain from the edge of survival? Perhaps more the attempt in life becomes a growing sore? Then your heart shall become nothing but a crutch A part of thy humanity that kneels That must be the will to a rugged stance.Don’t be that one that finds a reason The one to buckle a knee or fall to the side Yielding ground is something not allowed Unless it shall only be from that pause They must feint a rugged stance.It seems the goal was all along to draw a soul into its grasp Believe and to be strong Borrow and to unfold To weaken or become lost Foolishly one can only decide one of three optionsTo give up the stance, to stand solid, or to maintain a rugged stance and take on the world.
On the edge and brink by the day, where do we stand and what do we do?
Sometimes it all hinges on a choice or our placement. What is it that we
do in life? The options we take and make?A ll of it hinges on what
one’s will is. That is the real important thing to recall and even more
to embrace when focused on trying to see what life may or may not have