My world
I live on a blade,
dancing along
cold as kitchen tiles
common as my name
How do you do it?
you will fall
On one side is a chasm
it is called Past
I twirl and take a peek
struggles wave at me
heartaches grasp for my tears
happiness sings out of tune
milestones trip me again,
how could I forget
One liners I never said,
chase each other round and round
I twirl
On the other side is another chasm
it is called Future
It is black,
it is warm
I squint at blobs of colour
jelly or Lamborghini, there's no way to know
where are my Future Glasses
I must have forgotten,
to book an appointment
I dance on my blade
if I stop, I will surely fall
Past will swallow me,
shatter me
keep me
Future may raise me,
save me
but I dance,
for if I stop
my blade will cleft me,
and I will never know,
were those jellies, or Lamborghinis