Tightrope
We spend our whole life
Walking on earth
Like it’s a tightrope;
An tiny line
Dangling in the sky
Filled with so little hope.
These tiny lines now crease our forehead
Every time we fake a smile
Souvenirs of pain
Now furrow our brow
From walking on earth
Like it’s a tightrope
We are living on time borrowed
So, please…
Mend your broken heart,
Know there is tomorrow...
Live for something else other than this sorrow
Because what you give
Comes back to you-
Let your happiness
Manifest
Into a future
We otherwise would have missed
excellent!
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