A silhouette driving fear

How much I wish to venture,

in the darkest roads of my fear,

nailing down the steep of adventure,

from a trail map of closures to clear,

Don't you hold me back,

in the sears of my wild roads,

let go of my swords that lack,

the reality that creeps to goad,

Weak knees on the mountain road,

away from tangent of surveillance,

chasing the silhouette of the rising sun in the cold,

the thrill in the blood to experience,

I rest my driving fear at forty-five,

I start with a confident gear at fifty.