I wonder if
You would follow me
Should follow me
Find something new
So busy
holding onto the last branch you slipped on
Wondering about tattered clothing
Whether another fall would leave you
In quite the same position
The last fingers you touched
Let go of your hand
You are over being stranded
I suppose i am not a safe bet
Swinging from leaf to leaf
I take whatever route tickles my fancy
And leave on it such colors
You may not even know it
Was a leaf before now.
So here i hang
Off the edge of the world
Holding hands with an illusion
While you busily remember
Your fairytale monster
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