walking the line

the line is so crooked, it moves under foot
take the large crown, on your own head put
king for a moment, or should I say queen?
the line I am walking, what does it mean?
where does it lead, should I abort?
a mission in life or is it a sport?
one on each team, fighting to win
alone in the race we all must begin
surviving the clock, shoot ‘til you score
shut the big light, and turn off the bright door
hope you can follow, getting my drift
through all the rumble is where we must sift
for some seashells to fill up your pail
gaining lost ground, only to fail
smile on a face, losing no hope
around a white neck, brown tattered rope
delusional thought, thinking not straight
can’t cut the rope once it’s too late
can’t breathe some air with a dead lung
when it’s too late no song will be sung
so scratch that idea, things can only get better
submerged deep below can’t get much wetter
dry off young soul, a puppet no longer
knowing myself, I can only get stronger
week after week, yes once I was weak
walked up the hill, drank from the creek
gave me new life, hope for unknown
pedestal I stand on is under a stone
came from behind, Lazurus and I
walking the line, and sometimes I cry
but don’t give hope, new life began
saw my new legs, I walked then I ran
far from this place caused all this pain
on the third day, sun rose through the rain
walking the line, but sometimes I run
stopping at times, blinded by sun
night blinks it eyes, soon it is dark
I’m all alone just me and my spark
my only friend, the camel I ride
tossed up and down, sway side to side
slide from my side, force me to quit
into the puzzle of life I don’t fit
but I keep walking along the fine line
ignoring their warning on the large sign
what does it say? word after word
put on my glasses, vision is blurred
hearing acute, I hear what they say
mock me at night, imitate me by day
a cross on the hill from where I do speak
bird on a fence, bald with no beak
mind again starts to play tricks
seeing the man nailed into two sticks
start walking down into the valley I see
looking for someone, who is looking for me
alone, yes I am, no companion I need
the field of my happiness, I must re-seed
wait for the harvest at which time, I’ll reap
but nothing does come and lonely does creep
that’s the fine line on which I do walk
being alone and loneliness, about which I talk
the difference I see although you may not
keep walking the line and do not get caught
up on the fence or down in the brush
waiting and walking, I’m in rush
to get what is mine, what I deserve
burn down my tree, I’ll teach you, some nerve
anger suppressed, with whom do I fight?
for I stand alone night after night
I am not bothered though loneliness comes
some great ideas, but I am all thumbs
can’t build a large bridge or sing a fine song
but I’ll write a verse, though it may be long
where the line leads, will it soon end?
finding it hard to corner the bend
won’t give up hope, will not despair
soon will find something about which I care
solace sets in and I am at peace
by walking the line, pain will soon cease
knee deep in dark water, stare at the sky
need a good lift, something so high
not out of reach if you try hard enough
testing the water, though it gets rough
walk down the line, no one excluded
see the one point to which I’ve eluded
I walk down the line as you read what is written
the snake at my feet, remember once bitten
roll of the dice, look into its eyes
back of my neck from where my soul cries
the edge of the cliff, my feet do get wet
walking the line, but I don’t forget
the point of the rhyme once locked in my head
walking the line kept me from the death bed
in blue I was tangled, but I shall be free
hope you can learn to walk it like me
such a release, escape the deep pit
society’s nonsense, once covered with it
I am now free, as free as I feel
walking the line, with life, helped me deal. . .