We are a bunch of funambilists in our own circus,
We stride on tight bound ropes or wires that represent life,
A line so straight that if we were to just swerve in a turn,
Who knows what and where we will end up?

There are so many potential occurences to transpire.
That kind of life is set for us in the first place,
So with just one wrong thought, with just one single wrong move,
Then checkmate, we might end up injured or worse...meet our own demise.

That straight line that are intersect at one point to another, over a void,
After the starting pedestal clear, our destination is nearing in.
If we just tackle it like how it was...