Reflections on the edge of the knife

If I ever did allow myself to choose that path

I think it would be red, and oh, so very vivid

I would be so tragically happy, I imagine

For so very tragically short a time

If I ever did allow myself to choose that path

I think I'd burn as brightly as any of them

And burn myself out just as fast, I fear

It'd be a glorious way to ruin

If I ever did allow myself to choose that path

I think I shouldn't miss this life half-awakened

But so long as I live it, I'm sure to be content

To never truly know for certain