You tripped,
And now,
You’re afraid to admit it
But you can’t forget it.
Let alone deny the feeling.
Now you’ve slipped,
And you’re afraid to meet it.
Because once you’ve met it,
You’re afraid to know it.
Once you’ve known it,
You’re afraid to lose it.
Now it’s become a battlefield
And now you wonder,
If it’s worth fighting for.
But then you remember
The hangover
And you’re ready for the war.
You fell,
And realized
That it’s the greatest of all risks.
It’s not reliable,
It’s not cautious.
It’s not sympathetic.
It’s unprejudiced and unmerciful.
It’s strikes the strongest of all minds
And brings them down in one blow.
But yet you hold on
Because you know
It’s like a lump of gold.
Hard to get,
And hard to hold.
