The Impossible Life

Don't drip me a trickle, wash me with a torrent

A torrent of roaring waters, lawless currents.

Don't send me a breeze, ransack me with a storm

A storm of howling winds, chaos without form.

Don't light me a wick, set me burning to a blaze

A blaze of cavorting flames, fiery rays.

Don't offer me a flake, blind me with a blizzard

A blizzard of pouring hail, a winter wizard.

The hill you granted won't suffice

Meet me at the bottom of the cliff, the epitome of heights.

The cub lacks the jaws and fangs

Of a ferocious lioness, whose hunger and thirst I constrain.

You cuff my hands in shackles

When even the cage's metal bars I could tackle.

You plant my feet on the ground,

When the sky's the limit, and the world my playground.

It is in my blood, so burn me to ashes,

I flirt with fire, then fetch me the matches.

It's not in me to take the sideline,

Refusal to back down is not a crime.

Danger is my affinity, defiance my zeal,

So don't whisper, give me a peal.

I was born to run, born to surprise,

Born to live the impossible life.