Tightrope

Matt Parker

Standing on a tightrope
Stranded in midair
Struggling to balance
Mortality aware
Scared of looking downwards
As the drop below is much too far

The pole is getting heavy
Sliding through the hands
Braced against the headwind
Submit to their demands
A sharp intake of breath precedes
The muffled yelp and strangled roar

(Chorus)
Balanced barefoot on the rope
Time to think about letting go
But what lies below

Taking two steps backwards
And forwards only one
Never reach the destination
All progress is undone
Forced to dance the moonwalk
On a tightrope 40 metres high