Thrill We Borrow, Fear We Bury

 

We chase the drop, the climb, the spin,
A breathless rush beneath the skin.
But maybe what we seek to feel
Is fear itself—the realest deal.

 

We dodge the dread we ought to face,
Then find a proxy thrill to chase.
In rollercoasters, haunted rides,
We mimic truth that fear provides.

 

But fear embraced in daily breath
Can spark more life than feigned near-death.
The risks we meet with open eyes
Becomes the fires where freedom lies.

 

We leap from cliffs, we climb with grace,
We crave the edge, the danger’s face.
We sprint through fire in padded games,
And call it sport, with noble names.

 

We flirt with laws, we sneak, we race,
We tag the dark in secret space.
Not rebels born, but souls unmet
By fears we've learned how to forget.

 

We gamble hard, we court collapse,
In trades and bets and market traps.
We game the void, pretend control—
A simulation for the soul.

 

But fear embraced in daily breath
Can spark more life than feigned near-death.
The risks we meet with open eyes
Becomes the fires where freedom lies.

 

To speak what's hard, to risk the “no,”
To tell the truth what’s really so—
These quiet stakes, these grounded games,
Can burn more fierce than circus flames.

 

We play ourselves with maskless face,
In love, in work, in real-time grace.
Where stakes are true and nerves are bare,
We’ll find the thrills those games can’t share.

 

So if you wonder why you crave
The brink, the drop, the near-close shave—
Look first to what you will not feel.
The fear you dodge that realest deal.

 

For fear embraced in daily breath
Can spark more life than feigned near-death.
The risks we meet with open eyes
Becomes the fires where freedom lies.