On the edge,
dressed a bit better from rolling out of the bed.
On the edge, pondering a ledge,
bedrocked, but nowhere in sight is Barney or Fred.
Thoughts looking for clues,
“How them clouds get those colorful hues”
Hikin’ with a backpack, while relaxed.
It’s a bit chilly out here, hands going inside the slacks.
Dreams at stake, a beanie as a modern day cape.
Heck if a park can be turned into a lake,
then I can take a risk on my faith and have my dreams
write an IOU so my actions persevere to be one of the few…