If I get lost, promise you'd leave me be Let me walk alone in my circles I'll find my way back...almost instinctively Through looping thoughts and scribbles
If I should trip, promise you'd let me fall Scrape my knee and scream a voiceless scream Weight of the universe may seem crushing to shoulders so small I'll walk it off and regain newfound steam
If I show signs of buckling, promise you'd let me collapse into nothing Let me fold into myself...into an unnoticeable speck There is solace in this space when the walls are caving Soon I would reinvent and renew from that wreck
If I suffer a cut, promise you'd just let me bleed Let the black of my soul gush out Within it I would find the seed To which all of my rantings are about
If I should begin to write, promise you'd read my scrawls Take them as they are and not to heart Just thoughts versus words that mean much or nothing at all They'd stitch me anew when I start to break apart
If I keep losing myself, promise that you'd let me be The circles I tread are very much predictable They'd always lead me around... Don't treat me differently Just stay where you are... I'll come back round, fresh and able...