The Fool

The Fool

I can see a path at the end of the road

I’m too scared to figure out where it goes

My dreams are too real

No one can tell me how I feel.

Leaving with certainty is a risk

A feeling my heart will not miss.

Faster and faster the night begins to drift

Am I ready to find out what lies beyond the cliff?

We fall in love with foolish dreams

Chasing them into a nightmare stream.

But all that counts is the chance to fly

Sink or swim, I refuse to die.