Mere survival instinct has taken over
Twitching at the seams for recognition
Yet in a constant state of enthrallment
To all those who endured to tell the tale
And life can push to a steep precipice
Showing the bird’s eye view to the wide beyond
The endless bottom of the abyss can seem
Also the end to all of life’s petty cares
Edging Through
The Cruciverbalistic Bookworm 