I cannot keep chasing you
because one day I will tire
of stumbling in your wake
if I keep biting the dust,
one day it will grow stale
so off this beaten path I go
to misadventures that wait
I'm sure to fall someday
I'd bruise but I'll abide
no longer shall I twist
vain tries to fit your mold
broken souls must first mend
for love demands everything
as such we cannot yet love
while our pieces lie in chaos
I'm sure to fall someday
but falling isn't failing
maybe then we can fall
maybe then we can gamble
