If I could just think of one thing,
The one thing that sent me tumbling down the hill
I might try to beat around the bush
But I will always learn what to say
Was it the edge that slipped on me?
So that I could fall in the tightest arms
And feel how it feels to be held?
Might try to blame it on the beauty that my eyes beheld
When I looked at the mountains in her wild eyes
That carried a glimpse of my future
And told me that gravity isn’t only the pull
But lies in places where you will learn to look
An unworldly force that had me on my toes
And succeeded to pluck me off my roots
The adventures that lurked in her stride
A promise of a better world a few miles down the ride
I might think about the rocks that I met on the way
That told me that it wasn’t going to be a smooth day
And the nights weren’t going to be as lonely
If I kept tumbling further down the cliff
I might end up with her company to keep
And that alone would be a blessing in disguise
A lullaby to lull the wildest of dreams
That I have always thoroughly enjoyed
Just to watch her sleep
And call it specifically mine
And then hang on to that image,
Of my favorite fairy tale come alive,
A little longer to get me through the night
I might gather some moss around
I am not a professional faller
But she would always hang around
To wipe my pain away
And to tell me that falling is okay
For it keeps you rooted to the ground
A silent promise in her voice
Reassuring me of sturdy hands
Always willing to catch the fallen
To pick them up and walk with them
All the way up to the top of the cliff to prepare
For another one and then another.

The truth is that there never was just one thing
If I try to think about
Was it the beauty of the mountains,
the grimness of the rocks
The adventure in the fall
The lessons of the tumble
The voices from the deep
A thousand promises to keep
Every late-night charade
To the morning laughs
And every honest opinion I ever had
To every question you ever posed
To every answer, I ever joked
To the yearning in my soul
To align all my goals
And then repeating the whole cycle
Of the rise and fall and everything in between
It has never been just one thing.