Are you willing to risk it all in the persuit of the unknown
strong enough to lead,
mindfull of dead-ends only to land far from home
running out of food whom will you feed
Stranded, How then will you send for a rescue one day
have you a bag of tricks, skills to hold your own, stable
while you wait in hope, for word a rescue is underway
stressed, unsuspecting what will happen, unpredictable
Good physical condition, is pure psychological
strong enough to build,
yet still you have mustard skills to be still
you find a safe place, waiting, is leading you blind
Finding your way there,
Finding your way back
all is up in the air,
History will record, as a matter of fact
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