Staring Death Down

I enjoyed writing this one.

I don't want to work your average nine to five
With some f****r telling me to work harder for his dime
I don't want the mundane life of everyone else
With boring hobbies
No ambition
And dull self

I don't want to rule the world of repetitive motion
Every day the same thing
The same thing as yesterday
And the day before last
I don't want the highlight of my week
To be the upcoming series on TV
Casual Fridays
Or a cute girls implying wink

No I want to know I'm alive
Because I'm staring death in the eyes
And he is staring back
Right through me

I want to battle endless clashing waves
Until they succumb to my will
And I own them
I want to climb sheer rock faces
Until my fingers bleed
and my muscles fail
I want to jump from cliffs
             Most people wouldn't stand on
Race at speeds
             Most people haven't dreamed of
Run at things
             Most people would hide from
I want to face fire
And dodge bullet without fear
Save lives from deaths glare
I want to paddle down
The meanest pumping vein
Mother earth has to offer
Nearly drown and come back for more
I want to step into the ring
Knowing
This guy could take my head off
I want to carve down mountains
Forgotten and untouched
I want to jump from planes
To fall like a stone
Then land like a feather
I want it life threatening
dangerous
The more so the better

I don't want to work your average nine to five
With some f****r telling me to work harder for his dime

No I want to know I'm alive
Because Ive stared death in the eyes
And know that he didn't see me

Author's Note

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Reviews

[poeticpiers]

You can be very sure he saw you.But death is very patient and prepared to wai tuntil you no longer take risk.Then he will cut you down like a weed.
Adrenaline is not to his taste