It hits my chest and my stomach first,
The rush jumps through my body in one quick burst
My fear is my life line
I clutch to my heart the imminent threat
The passion, the thrill, the endless regret
885 foot above ground looking down
5000 foot strapped to a man
12000 foot out of a tin can plane
Falling, falling, falling again
Beating through my blood vessels
Adrenaline rides
I run with the fear when others would hide
Fight or flight
I know I'm alive
Its why I have tattoos
Its why I dive
You can look at me and think me insane
I am a fool with nothing to gain
A child with a death wish
Old enough to know better
Look at the example I set her
Foolhardy, carefree and careless
But if I could teach you anything
It would be live, live, have no regrets
Climb to the highest mountain and look down
Then jump off, and soar to the ground
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
have a look, HL, at Paul Davies' theory that we created ourselves to destroy ourselves