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 prepared,
Then maybe life would be just as easy and lenient.

But who are we to pursue such prophecy?
We are humans, and are not immune to different peaks of challenges.
Creating our own circumstances, choices that lead to something much more of a straight line,
The line we are set to track down, has now flaws that we design.

Some tumbles down, some loses balance
Some are considered feeble for the road,
Some are too confident but ended up prostrated in oneself,
Some are just...ambling it with their baby steps.

But, here is the catch.
Even in such precarious event,
We are equipped and provided the right apparatus,
For a balancing pole is what we much need for the long journey ahead.

Time has its own way of telling
We will make it, we'll be there
As long as we keep moving forward, and keep the show going,
Your circus will be that entertaining for you as well as for me.

© AstralLuminary57
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