With a little more living
And a few looks at the man
In the mirror, I gauge past actions;
Who am I really?
One minute I’m a fighter
Positioned in Voltron’s skull
Leading the charge,
Defending what I believe
To be fundamentally true.
Then when all goes downhill
Life’s unexpected turn
I embrace the vertigo,
Putting the “downward” in spiral
Disappearing from myself
And from the face of the map.
A result,
Of my own over-estimation
Or under-estimation,
Regardless, I don’t settle
Plenty of pitfalls to go around;
Anyone can make you fall
But
They sure as hell
Can’t keep you down.
– Original-Dante ©2016
O.D. 