Far Cry

What does it look like to be weak, not strong? Not healthy, just sick? Feel the physical shame The body furnished - extinguished in a moment Death bursting through life It's surrounding your life No more conceding It's hardly the first contradiction Deep down, you are well-versed Face full of regret Lined with wallow It's unfair the recognition that seeps into age It's wisdom beyond brokenness and flailing limbs Confidence oozing like a spring A universal wish to tap into these powers when we were younger Harness it all and walk with character Bold steps