Adventure is not the immediate threat
at risk of our lives and our self respect
the journey of miles to places unknown
and lying to sleep in and unfamiliar bed
adventure dear friend is the memory of;
a lyric or a novel or a sculptors art
the strings of a guitar a walk in the park
the color of roses or a phone call in the night
where we end up and regardless of with who
the adventures dear friends are the memories’ of you
how could I forget this epiphany
I’ve grown blind to what I call fact
spite anger denied me what is truth
I balanced so carefully across tight ropes
but in the final few steps I falter and fall
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