I have often been asked why I fly, or ride, or sail small boats in big oceans. I never have had a ready answer, though I know there is one. "Why risk it?" is often the next question when I have no answer for the first. In reality they are the same. Whether talking about boats, motorcycles, airplanes . . . or indeed . . . even space shuttles, the question is in short, Why Fly?
Here is my answer...
There is something within me that simply must fly
It’s been there so long, I no longer ask “why?”
What’s hiding out there, I really must see
It's a drive, a compulsion, a powerful need.
Other’s have warned me, “You may become lost”.
This matters little—it seems a fair cost.
For I am man, and I will confide
The desire to explore comes from deep down inside.
“But others have fallen,” some tell me out loud.
Maybe that’s true, but at least they fell proud.
So what have I learned, now that others are gone?
Mainly I've learned, that life must go on.
For my soul has told me that in order to “be”
I have to get out there, I have to go see.
“You’ll see,” some cry, “You’ll fall on your face!”
Maybe I will, but I’ll be back in the race.
“Don’t you know you might die?” some ask with a moan.
It’s possible I suppose, but then I’ll be home.
For to seek all the answers to questions in my mind
Opens a universe of wonders, and new things to find.
Years of my seeking may yet take their toll
But I really must try, or the cost would be my soul.
As inadequate as words are, often they are all I have to give. These words are dedicated to all the riders who have taken the road home....
Life is a Road....