The Way

I can't be safe no more,
I've realized it's not safe,
It's got to do with my mid-heaven sign,
According to my wife,

It's something I've always been aware of,
Always riding the line,
Because, you know what, sometimes safe is good,
You can literally die crossing lines,

The trick is knowing which ones are okay,
Oh, and not testing fate,
If you're not sure, err on the side of no,
Good things to those who wait,

Not those who die,
They may be remembered,
Bet you don't know what happens when you die,
Don't find out until you're old and tenured.

It's a Sign

My water is rising,
My sun is water, too,
I am floating in air far above earth,
The fires, quite a view,

To the dark side I fly, not the first one,
Still, it's colder than hell,
The stars, the stars, told me where will I go,
Before I promptly fell,

Savor this moment between two nothings,
It is all that exists,
The regrets for time wasted is precious,
When understood like this.

Now let us sink,
Back down and then forget,
This boat I send off for others to find,
Though, I've not found one from others, as yet.