Tell me lady

Tell me lady..why. I have lost my soul many a time.. and yet I
stand ?
I have stood at the precipice and yet I live to run again..
I dropped into the blackness of despair only to see the dawn
I wonder if it is the star’s luck or.. if it is chronic folly
To stand so close to the abyss and to be yet free
At times I philosophize as to what is and what isn’t as to why
and how
Other days I just live for the day and think not
I haven’t decided which is best.. maybe when I figure it out I
won’t need to know.
It is funny when we should know something we don’t and
When we know it is no more relevant… it is almost as if the
weavers of our fate..
the gods, the stars or the supreme power has some sense of
twisted humor..
Our fears are naught, our hopes are illusions.
But I can’t despair because then I live and breath and love,
hate and cry
That I guess makes all the rest sort of irrelevant
Lady am I confusing you…? I lay my head on your breast and talk
no more