Throwing Out The Painkillers Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

I woke up this morning thinking why can't I?
Invincible Indestructible.
Ambitious for absolute no reason.
Time the madness of my season.
Giving some spice, to such a simple life.
The thorns only hurt the first time.
Callouses upon the mind.
The numbness of the cold and unkind.
Still searching for the feelings so divine.
An ah so this is what it means to be alive.
Some think I might be a little suicidal as I keep climbing on the horse with no saddle.
But anything that dull the senses for me it is absolute pointless.
If this is an experiment gone awry.
Then nothing I do is so dangerous as doing nothing or protecting myself from all the things that could go wrong.
A flag to wave, a face to shave.
A soldier of fortune and opportunity.
The mouth becomes the gun, and the finger tip each become individual bullets.
Take aim, stake a claim on existing in this world.
Never to own, just a steering wheel with a hell of a lot of gears.
The experience of flying to the unknown.
Why should anyone be so afraid.
We are constantly dangling off the edge.
The cliff begins to not look so high.
Just bring a parachute and jump.
Nothing like a soft yet accurate landing.
The choice all ours.
Always was.
We just need to open our eyes.
Stop walking as if we will always be these blind old men.
Its not wicked as sin, to be continuously smiling.
Where ever I go.
It doesn't matter the judges and jury.
Because the only prejudice against me I will ever accept is my own.
Inner peace for me that is what it should mean to be alive.