Contemplation.

Ever walk a curb,
One

foot


in front



of the other,
Arms outstretched,
Like you're on a tight rope
(Except its 50 times thicker and the fall won't kill you.)
?

That's me, right now
O n a l e d g e

Teetering,
like so many times before.
Sometimes I wanna

fall,


jump,



step
Over the edge;
Catch myself on the street below.

Sometimes I make it back up
Sometimes I don't.

I leave it all to fate,
(Its easier with the after-mess)


My dreams bring me here,

Never anywhere else,
Always to the ledge;
T e e t e r i n g .
Its funny how your mind always works against you.

Always second-guessing.
Number two is never my side.

I guess I tried hard enough.


Dream weaving is never a
taught-

strung



Business.

Then again, I'm not much of a

tight-rope


girl.