July 23, 2010

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.

[1] naught - nothing

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