living in safety is not a life
it allows for the creation
but not the experience - it
is better to temper life
a little safety, a little fear
a little love, and many
moments of desperation
which lead to the question
what is it about life that
we want - keats sought
beauty, ayn a man so
perfect he does not
exist, hemingway lived
the same as every man
the sadness overtaking
him - leading him to the
very question we all so
ponder - what is it about
me that lets me be this way
