Living High

I can't imagine myself living high... until I have little strenght to dive into the deep and cold river, which I watch from this steel bridge; living high on a smooth edge... 'till I'm exhausted by fear! Should I ever be humbled by modesty, never be tempted by lavishness and rest on my unearned laurels? Others may look at me as insane... entralled by madness, not dashing for escape; but they only see the magnitude, not the honesty! I'll stay magnanimous and avoid at any cost any made-up appearance to make wealthy friends, and favor them over the modest ones; if they love living high and forget where they're from or boast of invincibility... an erupting volcano their moments will be! Warmhearted,not a warmonger who dances after a victory, a meek soul not vigilant and inhumane; a precious soul seeking out simplicity... enjoing life in tranquillity, never to wane: anticipating what will occur!