happy accident

Magical symphonies burst through your dreams,
at the speed of sound they are echoing round,
but with a graceful tremble, it stutters then falls,
whilst ever we teeter on the edges of crumbling ledges.

So you were the hope to cling to but instead my grip it falters
and if I’m still holding on, we'll put it down as happy accident.
I'm done with this falling into place, always landing on my feet,
something has to give and for a while now, I’ve thought it might be me.

"...the same as me, we'll see things they'll never see"

how expensive youth becomes with this ageing.
so fleeting the feelings of being young once old.
the effort to capture a glimpse of that which came so easily -
it takes more than it is worth; this is change.

so sad we're tilted towards the bad this side of the galaxy,
they tell me andromeda has less dark matter. and burns brighter.

but i walk the streets like i'm on holiday
and carry caution, but no fear,
only on my own steps is there risk to falter.

And so i'm tired of the suffering - of the not always knowing.
so i think now, I'll know everything - and see how far it gets me.