I would rather stumble a thousand times, Attempting to reach a goal, Than to sit in a crowd, In my weather-proof shroud, A shriveled, self-satisfied soul.
I would rather be doing and daring, All of my error-filled days, Than watching and waiting, No chances be taking, Proud in my perfect ways.
I would rather wonder and blunder, Stumbling blindly ahead, Than for safety’s sake Lest I make a mistake, Be sure, be safe, be dead.
