My only salvation.

Always. I'm asking. Where can my imagination take me next? That can be dangerous.  Taking me. To where I don't want to go. But still. I have a desire. To take risks. Knowing full well. That I have the option. To return. To safety. And security. Though I may feel queasy. About being trapped. With no escape. Yet. I have always eluded death. Perhaps. My imagination. Is my only salvation. --Jim Broede