Ah! This thin line

I tread this thin line, in this drunk like state.

The thrill's all yours onlooker,
you know--all, right now's at stake!

I for now just tread on...
I have naught to choose!

It's just steps right now,
with minds any but mine.

I'll know if I make it,
I'll know when I emerge

that the line's sanity!

That I tread this thin line

to the other side,

to the side that's mine.

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[1] naught - nothing