Once again walking,

Walking the length of this wire.

it feels so thin,

fragile bindings keeping me afloat .

I can smell the smoke,

my feet burn above the fire.

The choir sings,

keeping me from sinking deep

Have to remind myself i exist.

I am here, focus, i am here, focus,

Where's that buzzing from?

Not out there but in here,

just a skull full of locus.

Breath in, breath out,

Try to think of good times.

But were trapped,

stuck in a mental drought.

Like a genie crafting chains,

creating his own binds.

We wish, we wish,

to be set free.

To see someone approach,

kind smiles and holding keys.

Though they never come,

i suppose because that person,

might just have to be me.