Beep...beep

Dont think

Keep w a l k i n g

Walking on the tightrope

Which seems to keep on getting thinner

As I'm getting bigger

As I'm getting older

I can feel my weight upon the tightrope that used to be so strong

But now feels like walking on a strand of dental floss

Beep...beep...beep

Don't think

Keep w a l k i n g

Walking with every eye on me

Trying not to focus on the circus floor far below my feet

My heart beat racing at an alarming speed

Beep beep beep beep

Don't think

Keep w a l k i n g

The room starts spinning

I panic

Start running

Get to the end

Running through my string of life

I'm flying

I'm falling

Beepbeepbeepbeep

Start thinking

Fingers graze the tightrope

Never being able to reach the end

I hit the dirty circus floor

Choking on red

Looking up to the golden ring of the circus tent

Ears ringing and faint applause

Eyelids feeling like closing curtains

I wake up to see my fallen corpse

Don't think

Keep w a l k i n g

Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...

-Poet on The Top Floor