User Review( votes)
written by: Paul Brookes
the track. It's too safe,
too cossetted. Venture
into a wild full of edge.
Into where you can't see clearly.
Can't touch earth, can't hear much.
When you shout it is only
your own voice answers back.
Rely on your untrustworthy self.
Your stomach curls, every move means pain.
Look forward to scabs and scars.