Asphalt

Every kid I ever was
would cringe at the predicament
and every man I've ever been
would laugh at the experience because I know
that risk and desire go hand in hand
sometimes the cost of autonomy is suffering
when I looked down at bare feet
and see only asphalt beneath
that gravel ridden voice
echoed booming in my ears
"we're all flesh and bone
in a vessel so exposed"
to recognize and appreciate that crash into uncertainty