Be bold then, my mighty warrior

With brave foolishness step out of the crowd

While others sing in a hushed whisper

I dare you to scream aloud.

All your games I’ve played already

No more mind deception, I declare

To trump with soul is to live with heart

Yet to live indeed is quite rare.

The threshold of life will keep you together

But my sincere regrets for you

A moronic idol feebly standing

Flailing against the truth.

A simple demise, not nearly a roadblock

A penny’s worth of finding on the ground

Come back, punctilious dog, right here

Or else death will come around. 

Your boldness strikes through the sea

Yet still a fish among us all

By yourself, venturing forth

By yourself, you will fall…