I am balancing a tight rope,
strung on the edges of my mind
And though falling will mean certain death,
the thrill remains sublime.
I ask myself; does my morals stretch above the sky-rise castles,
or does the dwindling moon, that sets too soon,
Pass it at horizons edge
where it lays in a state of vassal?
Then as the compass gyrates,
declaring the chaos and insanity that surrounds me,
I try to find the balance of sanity
STAINED by the blood from my hands,
and trampled by the blisters I rest my feet upon.
I beg myself to breath it in,
just one more time,
just once!
Whilst I urge myself to move with deportment
Through the trails demarcated by the houses of the living
And the highways of the dead
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Amazing post
Thank you
the high wire is where the party is at ! Best wishes on the balancing -- it's a nuisance and a necessity ~ joy to read about XP thanks for sharing
INDEED IT IS!!!
My pleasure, I am glad that you took the time to appreciate it.