They say once you crawl you’ll walk You won’t stop moving forward But if you sprain your wrists enough You’ll soon learn to hold back And doubt yourself and bite your nails And sweat when others stare You soon forget the ground you’re on Because it wasn’t ever there You shave your head you pluck your brow You dance with eyes toward floor Searching for the place you stood A mere five years before Swimming toward the light, this Fishbowl’s water’s stale Growing anxious in the night As your skin slowly grows pale But the moon hides the sun in the night So you’re exactly wrong you see Each moment in time passes us by If only we would watch And listen
is it clear that the wrists sprain from falling forward (i.e. taking risks) or should I be more specific? does it seem flighty to move to the fishbowl analogy?