The trip the next day
An unnecessary trip
Which I dedicate to you
How every action
Even this the most prosaic
I look at the world
In order to know more
In order to give you
Still more
I fear only
To lose you en route
I fear
That I will not find the road
To you
Because I will go too far
Because I will crash
Skippingly in to the precipice
From which there
Is no return.