I DON'T WANT TO
Be on the wrong side of the fall,
Right as it may seem,
Exciting as it may be,
As if the anxiousness,
Kindly put out in both our lives,
Yours being the gentlest of them both,
Ought to confirm such madness,
Urging so deeply throughout my veins,
Raging its way out,
Hearing of no such thing as sense,
Engaging nothing but the moment,
Aspiring for so little,
Relying on the impetuousness of it all.
The risk is huge, and the cautiousness nearly vain.