balancing
perched on the ledge
one wrong word from failure;
the exhilaration of it
success is a lie you tell yourself, but this moment
heart racing
you are alive
so you keep going knowing that the only likely result is heartache
the crushing blow of too far
the knowledge that its a game
the knowledge that your heart hasn’t caught up to your brain
your brain is light and funny and charming
but your heart is full of hope
its a recipe for disaster
I’ll take 2
Pelgris 