a series of tight rope wires connect to my lifeline
life lines
life
lies
hard - wired for extreme perfection
or reproachable failure
is the red wire or the blue?
the beginning or the end?
the long one or the short one?
just one more thing to rue
posture poised and ready to walk forward
look ahead
never look down or to the sides
where the instability in uncertainty
is mysteriously disguised
in empty promises and dreams
masked in lips that move words
to make mountains seem small
the reality of that emotionless mirage
left with nothing but air to capture
your embarrassing fall
up again, scabs become battle wounds
and tears dry in patches of white
the future hangs in the balance
just have to keep the drive to fight
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