I am passionate warm and cold at it
Religious with rage, I am a fanatic on a course
Focused on confusion confusion on focus
I am squeamish, full of bleed, bathed in blood
Loved and hated, for the same reason to give
I would take a stand firm, a stand on wobbly grounds
And fear the consequences like a scary movie
I would fear outcomes, like a coward to face
I would jump off planes, yet not be suicidal
I am always ready, yet petrified of the route
The end in sight, seen on distance lands, so near
I would fear change, but drawn like a calling
My fingers would shake, from my heart beat on erratic
But I will grab firm on hooks with sweaty palms
With journeys on trains, hanging on sides, fast to destinations
I would hold firm, until the end, fearing I may fall
Enjoying the breeze, surfing the winds that threaten fall
I will know, on this journey, I will know
That contradiction would follow me
Through this journey, with fear and joy
Until the end of routes, where journeys end
To appreciate the turbulence of passage
In the process of accomplishment
I would be brave and a coward
Knowing fear is just a part of the process
I would be focused, yet fear, for I am only human
