I have a poem
I don’t know what it’s about
but give or take a decade
and I’m sure I’ll have found out
From origin to end
and from the end into the fade
he don’t look below him
but ahead and up: essence of the trade
Funambulists don’t die they just walk on,
they give us hope
the danger’s not the deep: it is the rope
Dare to let go and you will know
they weren’t wrong
Live life to live it and you will find
you will turn from weak to strong
He cannot read your statement tees
or see or hear the crowds
he lies in equilibrium
and reaches for the clouds
He’ll write you books about it
Make you a movie too
But he can’t free your mind
that’s what yo ass must do
I have a poem, it snuck upon me
like a tiger would
I have a poem, it kicked and rushed me
like a fire should
I have a poem that I would just as soon
tuck away
I’d keep it to myself and never let it see
the light of day
But now you’re here well heck I fear
a lot less than I could
And so here go my reputation
and the neighbourhood
Dare to let go and you will know
they weren’t wrong
Live life to live it and you will find
you will turn from weak to strong