careful what you touch

you might feel a little rush, that turns into crush

from a boulder you never saw coming your way

different can be cool, but it is the romance of fools

the same old thing dressed up in different clothes

the exchange can be like an insect entering a web

if they take notice of their surroundings, they can stop before they are to far in

but often their eyes are fixed off in the distance, while they walk among land-mines

careful what you touch better to be cautious and seem aloof

then notice the walking gets tough,as you march along in quicksand

only fools rush in to anything