A Fleeting Chance to See

*Drum Roll*

All the pressures of peering glass gazes

Entirely focused on you, in the center ring.

A hushed hiccup of bated breath awaits your act.

We're all just trapeze swingers in the grand finale

Without a safety net beneath to catch us.

Stories of air between you and failure

So, you can just swing there, back and forth and go nowhere,

Forever feeling like you’re progressing and regressing, but never truly moving forward

Or

You can take that leap of faith, grab the next bar

Ignore the fear of falling, deafen the gasps and awes of the crowd

And move forward. And move on.

*Applause*