WindyFall

On a high outdoor tightrope, No visible net beneath. 
And if I fall, I’ll surely be pierced by those rocks’ jagged teeth. Looks can be deceiving; This tightrope isn’t so tight. And every tiny movement Sway me left and right. Wha-… is the rope fraying? Oh, please tell me it isn’t so. How far behind is the beginning? It doesn’t seem so long ago. Wait. No. Please, Don’t lie. There’s no going back, No matter how fast I backtrack, the beginning is just too far In the past. Have to move forward, Be my choices wrong or right. Just keep going; this is not yet the end. And until the end, I will cling and I will fight.