the dreaming has nothing on what i feel
in the breathing of the lifeforce where destiny dwells
and slim chances i take, sometimes
for in the risking of one’s comfort we ride with chance
to win and lose big, neither are anything
in the experience of everything is the precious of moment
life is to be lived tingling in the fingertips
to rest when all is done in knowing the hour was not wasted
i have endured the brute storming
and tasted the tickling of the slightest breeze upon my lips
