Life On the Edge

Here from the ledge eye for detail is really quite keen seen from the sills, giving new edge to life stretching flat, where black and white is neatly sketched in a bird's eye view of reasoning Into two directions, we flap our wings, flying into a sun running from truth swimming with fear in a pool of despair or do we stare into the cool Into reflection deep in the soul Do we turn eyes away, with a conscience brightly peeled? Or yield, to a new peace of mind? Is this a game... played by a fool What are the odds, given the choice to turn away eyes..........miss all the fun... or take plunge, and try? Here from the ledge we can rise to the task, shaped by our will to deal our own cards, to deal a new hand Win, lose or draw...there are books still unwritten We can wave the white flag, at the expense of the heart Is that mote in the eye the color of steel..... Are we too numb to feel?....Give it a try! Taking a part Like Nike says........just do it! _________________________________________________________________ Inspired by Deb's Picture Collection & Contest: "What Do You Make of This?"