Stranded on the fine line between where I've been and where I want to go

High over uncertainty and scared to look below

A drooping tight rope spanning, demanding acrobatics other than the existential ballet

Holding on to the barre to just pull off a plie

When I should be rubbing some Stravinsky on it 

Little bits of beautiful dissonance blasting through their perfect pitch 

My own le sacre du printemps to incite the riot of the soul that’s ready to overturn the self treasonous tyrant living in this skin

Singing his song of dos and don’ts and can’ts and won’ts 

But I’ll conduct my own primal orchestra for the soundtrack 

Playing in the key that I need as my feet figure out how to promenade among the clouds

Crude to those safe on the ground stomping around in trendy choreographies 

Offending their artistic sensibilities 

While they dance in line to 4/4 time and I jeté in 3/8 with haste hoping to stick the landing on this electric high wire 

I’ve so careful strung between the chasm I’ve been staring at for years 

Allowing fears of being seen and being heard to silence the instrument I am 

Because I am 

The whole of a symphonic seance conjuring Miles Davis blowing his trumpet to save us 

I’m his Kind of Blue and Bitches Brew wailing down from my dare devil’s throne 

Constructed with my blood and bone

A bridge crafted with everything I have which isn’t much

But it’s something

And I’ll get across the best I can 

On my own

But I’m someone

Who can and will make the most of this life I’m lucky enough to live

As the trapeze artist with no more fucks to give