Starts, under predicated conditions,
Predict its own end
It’s gracious intents
Valiant attempts
A thin line
A balancing act
Laid below, a wide disastrous
Free-fall to consequence
But life is not about birth
Preceding eventual death
It’s about finding out where one step leads
How a choice builds
And love sought to destroy
All before the ember dims out
A projectile on the way down
As far as one could
As high as one could
Against everything dismissed as “can’t”
A start will always be more important than the end
danDAman 