Control

We are walking a tightrope

With all the stillness of a sleepwalker.

We cannot ever move sideways

From the course already set for us.

We don’t want to look down or up,

Though it’s whither we are bound.

We want to keep going as even as we can,

The only change the same as before.

The only way we can go is forward,

But the rope must end somewhere,

And we are only walking the plank

Ever further towards our fall.

Let us not fear the earth beneath us,

And its hills that will take you up and down.

Nothing can get to us upon a rope,

But we will not get anywhere upon it.

So let us not stretch the thread of life,

From its beginning to its destination,

But interweave it with all other threads,

Into the fullness of the web of life.