:On The Tip [Swung]

So I guess I had to address it some day --I mean why not right off the bat?
  Look at me; coming back to my drafts like old pictures in a pile of new ones.
      It's like I love shuffling through all my mess; and I never have the pleasure much like I do when I'm completely revolving around the world of the unknown...right on the tip of it.
  Don't call it odd; because I'm sure there are plenty as I type...ranting off in their own minds about the wilds of not only the misfortune of childhood but the splendor all the same.
  I suppose I like that about finding solace in my flaws --I can remember to a time that once was; and resolve that change is possible.  If once it may in fact happen again...and it will.  So I keep telling myself as long as you rock steady...sway as the wind does push and pull you; there is no way you can ever fall of the edge of the tip.