Friday, February 16, 2007

The Teeter

It's a delicate balance,
I'm talking about anything that you do,
On either side is the realm of the unnacceptable,
And inside, very little room for the new.

You must put on a disguise if you wish to change,
To kill what's there, you must deflect and defend,
For everyone depends on what they know,
And are only truly wishing for the end.

But I want to shift the inside to untraversed places,
And stretch it out so that the teeter desists,
So there's no anxiety about others' feelings,
And we can wander where we would while nothing tips.

And it's alright,
If you say something strange to me,
I'll just assume that everything is the same,
And that you're only trying out new places to be.

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