Grow strong   and learn to fly   Do not for an instant    consider   the circling death above   nor the slithering one    below      Soar and bask   in your youth   Many and vile   are the pains on your path      Blacksmith of fortune and fate,   a cunning trickster,   brings down the hammer   with unexeeded might   Mad and blind   (Will you be crushed?)      Better not ponder   Follow the footprints   Do not worry,   you will always be caught   if you fall...   (...won't you?)      Half-chance is life   and though the arrows   missed you so far,   your body remembers   how to squirm,   and your heart   how to bleed