The Fine Line
I balance on a fine line
A thread of a tightrope
Swaying in the wind
Ahead I see my goal
Forward my light
Above I see gray skies
Below a dark, black abyss
The light flickers in the distance
The darkness closes in
Cloaking me a in grays and black hues
Becomes a veil over my eyes
I stop and squint
Where is the line?
The path I am supposed to tread
I dare not move
For I fear I'll take the wrong step
But I dare not linger
For the thread will give way
Under my own weight
The light is fading
Now a mere twinkle
The still atmosphere starts to stir
And the line begins to sway
Carefully I get down
Wrap my limb around the line
And shimmy my way towards the light
The line shakes more and more
I cry out and freeze
Any second I swear I'll hear the pink
The line will give and I shall sink
The thread however holds
But the light continues to fade
I must reach it
Because of my own curiosity
I cannot turn back
The price I have already paid
Has already been so high
And I'm not going to lose everything
Perhaps I should call for help and turn back
Is the knowledge I seek really worth the gamble?
I look up at the ever fading light
I want to know what it is
But is it worth the risk
Is it worth the risk....?
I decide yes
And carry on toward the light
Towards my answer
At last I reach my goal
But it is not what I had in mind
I look upon it
Behold it and wonder
Is this what I came for?
It is not worth knowing
In fact I wish I did not know
What I now behold
Disappointed yet intrigued
I want to get off the line to get a better look
Perhaps there is more than meets the eye
But before I can get off the line
And on to the other side
I look to my right and see him
My blood runs cold and my heart stops
I now know why the light was here
He gave me a wicked smile
I had fallen into his trap
With a sneer he inquired was it worth knowing
I open my mouth to let out a scream
But faster than the speed of sound
He pulls out a pair of shears
And snips the fine line