On the edge of the unknown, optimism speaks
Of an adventure with a great ending, imploring
One to stride confidently, saying wishes are meant to be fulfilled
And pessimism warns, of dangers that may befall
Beating a retreat into the known, unable to stomach
Name calling, some would see its ways as cowardice
But both optimists and pessimists live on the same side
Of the fence, in the mind, two shades, of the same color
Both bound by time, which brings the future, which is agnostic
To the pleadings of both optimists and pessimists, they cannot reach
Beyond the walled city, where forms fade away and there isn’t room
For optimists or pessimists, when one puts both feet into the unknown
