Walking the tightrope

Stranded in the middle of the wire

Between two lives I dream and admire

Struggling to keep balance

To not lose foot in this whirlwind dance

Trying to see through the fog

Up in the air, on this single cord

In the darkness of indecisions

Which way to go for good fortune

Never was I meant to be an acrobat, a funambulist

Breathless, to skirt this mind chaos controlled by the artist

Life hanging by a single thread

As failing over may cause great dread

Feet burned by the cold metal cable

Flesh burned beyond aching trouble

As each passing minutes, bring more sorrow

To myself and the one I know.

I have to keep walking this tightrope alone

As no one can save me from my own.

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