I jumped a foot high
but did not like
what caught my eye.
There were two poles
a thick rope tied,
an uncanny beat being played
by a skinny man on the left side.
I jumped again,
this time I looked right
and sunk low by the sight
A pretty young girl
tying her hope tight,
getting ready to walk
on that thick rope.
Now I needed no jumping
the act was already up high
as the crowd let out a sigh
as the girl did all balancing.
The bread hard earned,
life is always on the edge
silently I have learned
deep inside we might all be
just on the same page.
Sep 5, 2019
Sep 5, 2019 at 11:01 PM UTC
I jumped a foot high
but did not like
what caught my eye.
There were two poles
a thick rope tied,
an uncanny beat being played
by a skinny man on the left side.
I jumped again,
this time I looked right
and sunk low by the sight
A pretty young girl
tying her hope tight,
getting ready to walk
on that thick rope.
Now I needed no jumping
the act was already up high
as the crowd let out a sigh
as the girl did all balancing.
The bread hard earned,
life is always on the edge
silently I have learned
deep inside we might all be
just on the same page.
Walking on my way back home after a tough day I saw this performance in the street, kept pondering whole night about what life means to different people
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