• He'll probably never stop falling
    for those stupid tricks I play.
    When will he learn, I wonder,
    sensing his heartbeat,
    the heat building in his head,
    as he does it again.
    Even with the enveloping darkness,
    always present and yet never familiar,
    He's probably more blind than I am.
    But there's a difference between he and I.
    When I open my eyes, I know
    all I'll ever see is the darkness.
    But with him, there's a chance--
    no matter how small, I'll bet on it,
    Because there's a chance that someday,
    he'll open his eyes,
    not to that stifling darkness,
    but to the light of a shooting star.
    And maybe -- just maybe --
    That star will be me.