The Stress Junkie Poem by Stephen Page

Loosen the binding on your soul
before it is too late.
Do not sign your contract in blood
nor drink from the parting cup
as you climb the steps to the cockpit
for your suicide mission.
Change your destiny
and learn to walk instead,

roll in the snow outside the sauna of your life -
let go the joystick,
glide a moment -
learn not to fight the empty air
save your strength for higher causes
fill your life with better pauses
to reflect its beauty and its worth.

Feel for the wind under your wings
and the pull to earth that is not gravity.
Weightlessness is red wine for the heart -
check your whole route before you depart.