As a machine,
You're always running
On a tightrope.
It couldn't be different;
The world doesn't move
Without those taking the risks.
It's not unfortunate:
Although you get some scratches,
It is worth the ride.
Tricky, though.
It's not worth for the prize,
It's worth for the setbacks.
Worth it
For the moments
When my feet gets numb,
Or when the rain makes me skid,
Or when the wind shakes me off.
In these moments
I get a shot
Right into my veins
Of light, pure blaze.
It is worth any ride because
In that moment
Everything
Just
Makes sense.
I have the answers and reasons
Not just for the end of that rope,
But for all ropes,
For all trails.
I see a couple of few
Faces, smiles and a stare.
Laughters, tears and joy.
The four suns
In the book of my life.
They don't know
But they give me these shots
I'm reminded of all beauty and nobility
Of this deranged, yet inventive world.
Some of you,
I suppose, will never know
Some of you,
I hope, will always know
You are
The reason why
I just do it.