March 30, 2012
It wasn’t by my volition
That I came to do what I did.
I took upon myself the mission
But I would never lift the lid.
I’m simply not the type
Who would ever take a chance.
I can dream the dream of a better life
But I’d rather watch than dance the dance.
I know myself too well, you see,
A hundred times I’ve seen me stand.
I allow escape from impossibility
And every step I take I’ve planned.
So why, why would I take that leap?
The one I sneered and said I never could?
It was more of faith than of belief
Not so much knowledge as what I understood.
Ask me a week before, I’d have laughed at you.
And said I simply was not the type.
Maybe it was an act of heaven that pushed me through
Or maybe I was just sick to hell of being right.

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