The adrenaline rush
Must be different
In their veins
Made as they must be
Of a different mettle
Not for me
Their passions
Not for me
Their guts and glory
I am content
To see the sun setting
Though I must confess
I do feel a bit like them
Since God has put me
In the cockpit of earth
That hurtles through space
No slower than their jets
And yet like them
I, too, must make room
For passion and love
That makes one endure
All that goes awry
In one’s life.
Know Thyself 