I Walk the Line.

I teeter on the edge,

Of that delecate line.

I work to make things right,

But end up bending my spine.

The line is small.

I must keep track.

Of where I am.

I can't look back.

The past is past.

It's dead, It's gone.

They say life is short,

But it seems too long.

As the years pass by,

I figure I'm doing fine.

As I walk through life,

I walk the line.