You'll fall into something, we all do.

"You'll fall into something, we all do."

Barren words, dribbled through the teeth of a tired soul,

Ransacking my ears,

Leaving the china of my childish mind crashing.

"You'll fall into something, we all do"

Fall?

But I don't want to fall into place,

To have my space chosen on a shelf,

To be packaged and prepared by a strangers hands

And thrown away past my sell by date.

"You'll fall into something, we all do."

I will leap into something we never do

And when those words limped out your mouth, I knew.

Better to bear the scars of a life spent swimming,

To stand at the end, dry and cheering,

Than to let the currents of life decide your own ending.