I could find the edge of the earth
And defy all great minds
It is the place where despair clings
Where sorrow blinds
Where courage fails
Nothing fills the sails
It is the fabled edge we all seek
To determine if it is you that is weak
It is where storms brew in the distance
Feeding on solemn souls
And daybreak envies
Darkness’s folds
I have found the edge of the earth
There all great minds reside
In tumultuous contemplation
Of the thrill of the ride.

Oakling
March 27, 2003