Walking on a tightrope
Balancing high
Above the world
I am the sky
Fresh eyes stare
Locking in
My every move
They are ruthless
Daggers and knives
I wobble and tilt
They sit and smirk
All wondering when
will I crash and burn?
Balancing high
Above the world
I am the sky
Fresh eyes stare
Locking in
My every move
They are ruthless
Daggers and knives
I wobble and tilt
They sit and smirk
All wondering when
will I crash and burn?


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