Gracefully dancing across the tightrope of indifference,

I step carefully, as not to slip and fall into civilization.

The fall will be traumatic, and I may not make it.

But I will take the risk, for the prize is grand.

I feel weak as I walk through out my life.

I am starting to fall. The pressure is

Overwhelming. I cannot see.

Things are starting to blend.

I am conforming to them.

I am no longer myself.

I am them. I am a

Duplication.

Where did I

Go wrong?

Who am

I?