
Aiswarya Maity
Fall
Updated: Nov 17, 2020
He sits right here before me
His eyes so still; and fixed too
I really hope he succeeds
But also somehow falls through
I know that he's hard-working
I know he'll work till dawn's in
I know he'll soon be leaving
Places that he's never been
I know he won't look away
He's planned out just every move
His path won't dare go astray
Some day, I hope, he'll fall through
He will not disappoint you
He'll stick to lines you once drew
So wary of a 'wrong move'
Falling's what the wrongs fall to
He looks so fragile up close
Cross my fingers he won't break
When he falls in between those
Bricks laid down to 'show the way'
When some time has been 'wasted'
I'm sure he'll get up again
But I like him distracted
And unprepared for the end
I love how he keeps busy
But scared he doesn't know why
So eager to 'become', he
Never found a 'self' to find
'Making it'- heard that's the 'deal'
But if he fell down some time
He'd have a moment to feel
Things not really worth a dime
So what would he fall into?
He'd really just make a mess
In life, they'll ask you "Where to?"
Want to go? No one cares less
So, you know what? He'll be fine
Maybe he'll hop with more clumsy
Maybe on the way to dying
He can look around; just be
I see him fight and hurry
Bent upon how not to quit
As life's a mess, I worry
He'll forget how to not fit
His fists are clenched, back upright
He's still looking straight ahead
I hope he trips, so he might
Fall to life he'd ace instead