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Roped in
I guess I'm walking on a tight rope.
My mouth seems to be sewed... shut.
Well that is the way they had planned it.
Since I always stuck my foot in it.
Okay, we breath deep and try to balance.
Take one step forward, toes on point.
Eyes on the horizon, trust in our joints.
I'm walking on a tight rope, hoping to find its end.
In Joints We Trust
Often just to get me from bed to kitchen for coffee. Cool write, enjoyed, and felt too - slc