What is it like stepping off the edge of the world?
How does it feel to dip your toes in untouched waters?
What about the stories and the fables that we’ve heard,
Or the things that we have talked sbout for a year?
What is a disagreement disagreed artificially?
Will I measure my life by stories and by diary entrys?
I hope not.
Will I measure my life by how I measured up to you,
And your ideas about me?
Will I strive to prove you right as you always are?
Will I strive to avoid being the blot upon your memory?
Yes, I will.