Stumbling into Sense

Living on the edge -
Is hardly the way.

So you tell me.

Constant thoughts of flight
Will always gnaw at roots.

Honestly. Honestly?

I shall always wonder, you know,
Why you deem it necessary
That I'd need instruction
To function. 

Indeed. Seriously. 

I've always, but always
Been that fully capable, you see
On my own steam

To stumble
To fall
To then rise.

No, I am not phenomenal.

But. Yes. 

I always will make

Sense. 

For myself. 

P. S. In case you wondered:

That is all I need to do. 

(Forgive me if I don't thank you. )

25 August, 2013