If there is an edge
I will want to move closer to it,
as close as I can without falling into oblivion.
But I might, I might fall in.
If there is a chance of fucking it up, there's a good chance I'll have to try it.
A risk, I'll take it. A rule, I'll break it. A line, I'll cross it.
If there is a path already paved, I probably won't walk it.
But if there is a night, I will travel in its sky and although it might be a vulnerable thing to do,
I will leave a trail of stardust for anyone who wants to see all the places I got lost,
traveled too far in the wrong direction,
tried too hard for worn-out affection,
fizzled and burned,
a fallen star a missed connection,
a web of constellations.
A zig here, a zag there, and all the other ways
that add up to me always managing to find my way back to you.