Woe Is I : A Tightrope Walker's Journal by BluePaintBrush
I'm a tightrope walker in the sun,
where my rope is waxed to shine.
But oh this sport is utterly no fun
despite an abysmal sky dizzyingly divine.
Woe is I.
Underneath me the dangers lie.
I look down from ten meters high
and let out a long long sigh.
For an answer to life I grope
with no agenda or hope.
Life without ends.
I shiver to cope
with every possible fall;
yet the spin of fate
never ceases to enthrall.