On the thin dividing line,
a fate space and time cannot define,
as I move I wonder how long I’ll last,
longer than I have in the past?
If I fall it won’t be something completely new,
my stability is no good, it’s true,
watch intently as I do my best,
though it always seems less than the rest.
The edge that intercepted my mind,
the truth to those built on bitter lies is never kind,
when I go down hard it’s not the end,
I’m drawn back again and again.
I want to plea the stop of my task,
yet I am at loss of how to ask,
to continue on and suffer more,
or to leave and close the door?
This is not of my choice anymore as I walk the tallest beams.
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