I walked up to the brink quite casually Without fear, Except for embarrassment Hovering on the far side of understanding. I had read the multitude or signs Yet was becalmed. Trapped within my own illusions Of endless decades promised so fervently. Foolish are the most knowledgeable of men In denial. Having sense for nothing but redemption Steafstly running when ambling is plenty fast enough. Cease when confronted with by a shadow Threatening gloom, Seeping from evocations of the past Echoing some unfortunate bubbles in the blood.