This Tightrope I’d Lived On…

I’d, lived on this tightrope, without NETS to catch me if I ever fall, for ages now, and yet, you’d think, that I’m, used to, living on this tightrope day in and day out, that I’d grown, accustomed to this way of life, but, I’m still, quite new at this…

This tightrope I’d lived on, I’m tired, of living on it, there’s no foothold for me, there’s no, place of stability, besides, being 10,000 feet up in the air, I’m, bound to, become unsteady, because of the wind, and, living here, on this tightrope is, just, getting more and more tiresome, because I’m getting older by the day, and, even if I’d, wanted to, I couldn’t, maintain that balancing rod even in my arms, as they’d become heavier and heavier!

fall, and you D-I-E!!!

This tightrope I’d lived on, I’d finally, found my way down now, and, as I’d, climbed down, the wind no longer, thrash at my ears, and, I feel my own heart, not pacing, as fast, and, after I’d, focused my mind, on getting down to ground level, I’d, looked up, and, as far as my gaze extended (into the clouds???), I couldn’t see, the top that I’d, climbed down from…………

I will, NO longer, be living on this tightrope anymore, I’d, mastered the art of acrobatics, and now, I’m, working on another “skill”: JUGGLING FIRE RODS! As being a part of this HUGE god DAMN circus, you’d needed, multiple talents, or, you’ll, get replaced, very quickly………