Monday, April 30, 2012

Walking on a Tight Rope

I walk a tight rope
Towards a dark invisible goal
Thousands of cheery faces urge me on.
I look below.
Small skyscrapers
Scared I stumble
Nothing to hold on, nothing to fall upon
The abyss looks up at me.
Like the mouth of a hungry beast.
But with nothing to hold on, I fall down.