murderthisghost

i'm walking a tightrope

and my mind is drunk

clouded with thoughts of past, present, and future

my body sways back and forth

between bad and worse

have to stay steady

have to keep my balance

no focus, no drive,

the rope goes on forever

no end in sight

no safety harness

no prize waiting on the platform

no net below to catch me if i lose control

i use the angel and devil on my shoulders to balance me

but they're too busy fighting

i cant make both of them happy

i cant make anyone happy

some want to see me fall

and some want to see me make it

but everyone wants to watch me struggle

like a baby taking its first steps

everyone watches the humility of me balancing on this thin line

some say run faster

some say slow down, one step at a time

but no one really knows

no one ever really tries to make it all the way

the end is usually too far

and its easier to give up and just fall

but with no net, and no safety harness

my fall is the greatest fall of all time

there is no getting back up

there is no shaking it off and starting over

its now or never

do or do not there is no try

who or what is at the other end

at this point i really dont care

protagonist and antagonist i am both in one

the fight is internal

the rope is just a guideline

if you're there at the other end

dont give up, dont stop cheering

im the fucking little engine that could

i think i can, i think i can, i fucking think i can

if you dont believe it

stay just for me to prove you wrong

all i want is hope

hope formed from luck and love

the luck that it takes to find good footing

and the love of living that keeps me going

everyone gives me hope

hope to fail or hope to succeed

both fuel me to keep going

the end may be in sight

or i may be dillusional

but soon i'll know if you actually believed in me