Have you imagined what it would be like
To cross a river without a bridge?
All you have is a pair of legs and will
You can walk on the thread of thin air
If you choose to have nothing to lose
Then you will find the air comforting you
You will have the birds welcoming you
A breath of fresh air is what you will get
It might seem a trifle maddening
But that is not the end of the river;
Madness is just a means to the finish
If you are clear about your goals
You will not choose to fly;
If you are unclear where to start
You have a glimmer of hope.
Trust me, you do not know these gentlemen
They are by the pillars across the thread
Mimicking the dangers of wonderland
You will not lose sight of them
Just because you choose to be wise.