Life on the Edge ~ BrentHarris

We do what we can and we do what we must
Time, like a fickle storm, blows a random gust
Space beyond our ken, in our imagination sings
Each morning amazes us and new glory brings

While we grow ever madder, really quite insane
A narrow scope over which our perceptions reign
Analyze what lies beyond, with but limited success
Most ignore the inside, since our daily duties press

So we walk our lives upon a leash, do our business
Offering our lead to anyone, to mitigate our stress
Hope our life is average, when we’ve given up hope
That life will treat us, make us special, so we cope