Living On The Thin Wire

Note: I wrote this in about 15 minutes, and simply kept it the way it came out. I think that changing things around might take away from the "natural" essence, the fact that it was simply poured out as opposed to thought out. Reviews and comments greatly appreciated.

Years were spent along the thin wire

Walking slowly

Hardly hoping

Years were spent along that wire

Gunshots fired all the while

Sometimes there were fireworks

Sometimes there were doves

But when you live along thin wire

These things are just a mental shove

That's what it's like

Living on the long thin thread

Pretty girls and lovely worlds

Illusions all around

All you needed to do was fall

And you could have had it all

But you'll lose the gifts at the end of the wire

Is it worth it?

You're not sure

But uncovering the mystery alone

Is enough to rest your soul

The wire soars over desert and sea

The wire spans over city and street

The scenes are gorgeous

The consequences of staring hideous

But one look couldn't hurt all that bad

Two years on the wire you've spent

Rather long

Rather lonely

but in the distance you saw another

walking towards you on the one-way wire

Love from far off

Love not meant to be with one you could hardly see

She knew the wire and she knew the winds

She was your guide forward and you her guide backward

But the wire was not built for two

So she fell

Four feet from embraces' reach

You considered jumping after her

If only you knew where she fell

The wire was too much for her

Too much for you as it was

But mystery drives

And it drives blind

Her fall marked the half way

Two years to go

The thin wire got thinner

Your walking careless

"So what if I fall?

My place is with the fallen

One can not defy gravity long"

On the wire you met love and hate

You soon found they take unlikely face

The wire went in circles

All was dark up, around and down

That dark consumed a year and a half

A good chunk of bad life

The wire lead into a hole

A grave it nearly was

Six months spent in the hole

Six months lost

That you wouldn't trade for the world

But the hand of the father

Reached and pulled you forward

His grace took you

And his love guided you

Four years on the wire

Were they well spent?

The father's grace

Did it guide you to where you did expect?

You stood off the wire and peered into the great empty

only to realise

as you turned around

That the end looked just like the start

As is living on the thin wire