Maybe it is the rushing adrenaline That measures how alive we are The fear, the excitement and all The intensity, the need to feel Everything we do, hoping to spark Something within, something that Feeds more beats to the heart In the middle of life and death That is the edge of life, the cost of it In the middle, is a pool of adrenaline One that you can only see and feel Once you dive in and swim through With every breathe in you, with every Fight you have left in your muscles @nsoul.poetry #Adrenaline
