the herd lives in the fat center of mediocre bog
the explorer has disdain for the common and all that fog
seeking the unknown where dangerous monsters thrive
exploring the edges sharp as a warrior’s knives
safety in numbers says the troll under a rich man’s bridge
the herd never disobeys not even a smidge
but out on the edge where the rare wind blows
burning human nerves naked of clothes
is the kernel the spark where the future glows
and few brave souls dare to tip toe
the strange lands where dragons and the treasure lies
can only be traversed with no cowardly compromise
nerves of steel and an appetite for the unknown
sweating and climbing the sheer walls of stone
only a few with a mission to pledge
will go out there and be close to the edge