Always on the Fringes
Some live life on the edge
They enjoy stepping over the line of the border
Always about to fall over the ledge
Thriving in mass chaos and disorder
Holding grudges clinging to pain
Seeking whatever will cause a rift
Always losing and never again
Ready to jump off the cliff
Laughing at walking the gang plank
No fear of the last mile of the way
Standing on the safety of the bank
Caring not it might be the last day
Feet always dangling over the bridge
Looking into the water that's shallow
Teasing that jump off the ridge
Nothing in life is sacred or hallowed
Can't see the Forrest because of the trees
Blind to what is in plain sight
Only themselves do they car to please
No thought of wrong or right
Oblivious to others pain
Keeps stepping never flinches or cringes
Every drop of peacefulness they drain
For them, life is best lived on the fringes