But Look At You Poem by Mark Heathcote

The recklessly brave
they won't be enslaved
they risk their lives
day after day,
night after night.
and are fearless in flight
I wish I could say the same
I wish I could live on the edge of my seat
Fingertips clutching a window ledge
I wish I could wing walk on a biplane
Or take a giant leap
But the semantics of getting it right
Or getting it wrong, have frightened me
Beyond all belief, all along
I've tried my best to be level-headed
And sensible, utilitarian
And make do
But look at you
Living it up like a rockstar without a care.
You don't know how lucky you are.
But at least what's mine is mine
And I don't owe a dime
And I can relax in my mind
That -when I grow older
I won't be looking over my shoulder
For a wolf at the door,
Asking -for more than I can ever give again.
Oh, but look at you
The recklessly brave
Who won't be enslaved
But knows it'll soon be all over.