Scribbles

Quick Jump

The part of my brain that builds castles
Would love to know where you are right now
What you're doing
If you're thinking of me
Like I'm lying here
Thinking of you

But the other part of my brain
That prefers the ground
Tells me not to climb too high
If I'm not willing to fall
Tells me you might as well be the moon
You're about as reachable

But if I don't keep jumping?
How will I know I'm alive?