Apparently something to push on
we think
A person or problem is close to
the brink
An oblong container a cell or
a rink
Amorphous voices say swim
or you’ll sink
Rise to the moment go forth and
do battle
Don your best armor, jump into
the saddle
Ride towards the challenge a noble
skedaddle
Come back home later with a tale you
can tattle
Look all around for the truth is
quite plain
Apart from the stories going round in
your brain
It isn’t whats out there that causes
you pain
But a mind out of time with its own
sweet refrain ~