Toi du Monde (you of the world)— Sometimes it’s good to get caught. 

[Since this onedoesn’t need much splainin’,
we’re just providing a rough translation
for those unfortunate few who can’t read
Froggish real good
— hint, it’s not about an astronaut, really.] 

Wherever I look, from atop the world,  
whatever I believe, try, or might. 
Wherever I stand, whatever I’m looking at, (I see) 
clues of you everywhere, from atop the world. 

From the start I said it : that’s not for me. I’m good on my own, plus I don’t know a thing. 
No chain, no ball, for me, no siree : then you happened, and the world rolled on (…thusly 🙂

Wherever I look, from atop the world,
whatever, I believe, try or might. 
Wherever I stand, whatever I’m looking at,  
I make out clues of you, from atop the world. 

I forded streams, I burned all the bridges, scaled mountains and crawled out of ditches : 
from fall to winter, and through long summers, I roamed, I strayed, and plumbed depths… (and then) 

Anywhere : you — from atop the world   
…are in my view, try as I might, 
Wherever you are, is where my gaze lands… 
to find the one, who makes my world. 

You make me better, as I do what I can, and we grow together, off-beat and to the sides.
From mistake to laughter, we’re inching forward, and I’ll have done my share by the time we part. 

Wherever I look, from atop the world,  
whatever I believe, try or might. 
Wherever I stand, or what I’m looking at, (I see) 
echoes of me, in this world that is yours. 

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           ttfn, 
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