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