#pseudo optimistic

I met a girl at the end of it all She turned to me sadly and said, 'Where do you go when There's nowhere to fall?' Crookedly I smiled, Shrugged shyly and said, 'Up.' Her eyes filled with light As the idea took flight It started with a jump, A leap, Then she soared. Up towards the heavens, Thirsting for more. She floated back down to me, Showing her wings. 'Come with me,' she said, 'I won't let you fall.' But I ignored her hand, Shrugged shyly and replied, 'But who will greet us At the end of it all And tell us that 'up' Is after the fall?'