Don't drip me a trickle, wash me with a torrent
A torrent of roaring waters, lawless currents.
Don't send me a breeze, ransack me with a storm
A storm of howling winds, chaos without form.
Don't light me a wick, set me burning to a blaze
A blaze of cavorting flames, fiery rays.
Don't offer me a flake, blind me with a blizzard
A blizzard of pouring hail, a winter wizard.
The hill you granted won't suffice
Meet me at the bottom of the cliff, the epitome of heights.
The cub lacks the jaws and fangs
Of a ferocious lioness, whose hunger and thirst I constrain.
You cuff my hands in shackles
When even the cage's metal bars I could tackle.
You plant my feet on the ground,
When the sky's the limit, and the world my playground.
It is in my blood, so burn me to ashes,
I flirt with fire, then fetch me the matches.
It's not in me to take the sideline,
Refusal to back down is not a crime.
Danger is my affinity, defiance my zeal,
So don't whisper, give me a peal.
I was born to run, born to surprise,
Born to live the impossible life.
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