Desmodromic

I ask the world:

Why did you send me?
She answers:
If you lay aside all your fears
And cut you own cords,
Then fighting will be like dancing!

My vision goes red.
My fists clench and I tremble.

She is beautiful.
She is. Beautiful!

I ask the world
Atop fire and steel,
Perched uneasy, hanging free.
She whispers:
If you went this moment
Beyond fate and fear,
Where would you go?

My heart skips.

I feel faint.

Where would I go?

Where would I go?