I’m a tightrope walker
My job requires faith in the emptiness
In the cold embrace of the breeze
The precision in my steps
Never fall into false pride
Or never fall into anything
Not the call of the streets below
One person that splits the crowd
Never listen to her
For I can’t walk alongside her
I’m a tightrope walker
My steps are dedicated
To the conquer of
Lands of straight lines
Some climb mountains
I prefer to straddle them
For i’m a tightrope walker
My art requires balance
And such quiet that
Only found in the high skies
Or the deepest of the seas
The last step is the trickiest
Hardest is to trust the winds
Since i’m a tightrope walker
I know not how to fly, nor how to float
I’m only firm in decision
And light in every conception
I don’t need a reason
Nor a destination
Just two points to lay my cords
Since two stations are
all we must pass through
30/10/24 HK
rana the reader 