I am walking on wires
Over the scene of an accident
The wrong is below
I try to walk as I was meant
Waiting for you to tell me
What we are supposed to do?
March like the thunder?
Or fall below in the name of you?
Where it all falls down in the end
Welcome to the edge
Looking down we fall
But hold onto the ledge
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 