2:07am

But I didn't stutter,
Not when I said I felt it too.
I may have tripped a little,
But I am clumsy sometimes.
I run after a thing, always.

I don't know what this is,
Because I don't want to speculate.
When every moment excites you
Why try to dissect it?
Turn it loose.
Turn it loose, and win or lose.

In the stop I'm thankful.
So many things aren't as real.
What can be, in this reality?
Do I dare gamble my heart again?
What more is life for, in the end?

I keep running toward the light.
I see something bright and intense.
I want to greet its luminescence.
It is something I can't fathom,
And I'll swim into the depths of this.