Dawn & Dusk

There was a boy
Who decided one day
That he would never
Take a risk again

So he marked out safety
With a circle of sticks
He sat down in the middle
And his tension released

But a thought gnawed
At the back of his mind
What if what was safe
Changed over time?

How would he know
His circle was still safe?
Or what if the wind
Moved the sticks out of place?

Would the circle, in fact
Just make him complacent?
Cause him to underestimate
Any approaching dangers?

He began to see that
Avoiding risks is a risk
The risk being
That you never truly live

So he broke up the circle
And got to his feet
Built a bonfire
To cook something to eat