Slack line

I walk a fine line.

Life and death.

Funny and weird.

Smart and dumb. 

Waiting for a light breeze to blow me one way.

Will I stay on this line forever?

When will I get off?

Do I have to wait for the wind?

Or can I choose to fall?

I walk on this tightrope.

Daily.

I almost fell a couple of times.

But I have learned to move with the wind.

My body is getting tired.

Why can't I go against the wind?

What is holding me back?

Nothing, I guess.

So when will this fine line I walk become my choice?

When will I be able to choose to stop 

this balancing act?