He’s no stranger to dead silence
Lights beam on this lone performer
Lights beam in a grandstand
To lift those strangers’ spirits high
To lift all their glares right into his balancing act
Life for a night
Captured by the tightrope walk
Spreads his arms into the air
And mind an immeasurable end
Press his weight on the middle of nowhere
Importune everyone’s uproar
Slip and fall!
They fear for him,
And water will pour.
He would seek life on the thin line.
Leave it only to find,
That forever he will be crowned
So that comfort he may find.