There comes a chance,
With each new light.
That I can refrain,
Or I can fight.

I've done things;
I've said things,
That give me delight

But with each new day,
I fight, I fight.

I've gotten close to sun,
Almost felt it on my lips.
I've gotten close to the moon,
I've touched it with my fingertips.

I've counted all the stars I could.
And if I could, I would.

I've placed my feet in places feet should not be placed.
I've set my hands upon things that should never have been touched.
I've seen things that I should have never seen.
And I've felt things I never wished I'd feel.


But, there comes a chance;
With each new light.
That I can embrace.
Or get lost in the night.