Here I teeter on the brink
Again my rambunctious nature
Has pushed me to the edge
When nervy choices did concur
And now the sane voices accost
The choices of my peeved self
For I prefer to live on the edge
Than safely prevail on a wide shelf
Winds
If a man does not keep pace with his companions, perhaps it is because he hears a different drummer. Let him step to the music which he hears, however measured or far away.
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