Sometimes there’™s a desire to leap to try
at things as yet untried
With untried wings to reach to
places exciting, wondrous, challenging.
To do that which seems impossible –
that only imagination can conceive
in their secreted place of hiding
To speak of things that live deep inside
And do not bear the stuff of sensibility –
Incredulity – the stuff of youth’™s imaginings
For with one’™s rationality
comes often fear
that leads to doubt and
from the heights’ one looks down to say
It’™s foolhardy – the thought of fools
born of stupidity such a leap
into a void
And with a sigh folds the wings that might have, incredibly
Reached to wondrous heights -‘  to infinity.
One sighs and resigns oneself to the here and now
never to know what’™s there –
beyond the places known and been, touched and seen
Beyond those things already dared and done and reached –
‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘ ‘  and won.