Should I fall from a ledge, may it be from on highSo I tumble and twirl as I cut through the sky.May my vessels dilate and my heart rate increaseAnd my norepinephrine release never cease.When my pupils enlarge so I see with great clarityThe encroaching earth, an observational rarity,I will be well aware what I’ve done to myself,Still a young man of respective good health.So why’d I subject my own self to this flight,Its inevitable end and ephem’ral delight?Does even an addict in the clutches of jonesGo so far as this just to get himself stoned?Does still he partake, knowing well the effects?Does he garnish the noose to tie ‘round his own neck?Well I’ll fall for a bit, hoping never to land,With no obligations, impulsive, unplanned,And I won’t have a care, not a worry or woe.But how will it end? Well, we already know.
If we have just one day, may it be on the longest,The solstice of summer when Sun’s rays are strongest,And the hours that pass, like the clouds rushing by,Are each slightly longer like we’re falling from high.May we fumble and flail with the words that we shareBut still both understand and still smile and not care.May our hearts pound in sync with our naivetéAnd our minds meld with ease with no burdens to weigh.When my eyes open wide, so I take in the scene,I’ll know no future or past, only this, in between.We’ll be feeling so high when we lie hand in hand;We’ll both secretly wish we’d just fall and not land,For we’ll fall for each other, and, both falling in sync,We’ll have what seems like moments, not a chance to re-think,So we’ll cling to each other, lock our lips in the windWith no time for much else as we quickly descend,And, us both in free-fall, there’ll be no one belowWho could catch us or save us or make our fall slow.
So if you wonder why it was simple to leap without needing a shove,It’s because infatuation’s more unconditional than true love,And when you finally hit bottom and forget all that passed you above,You’ll find that falling was far less painful than landing in love.