I walk the tightrope between two worlds

I walk the tightrope between two worlds

One old and one new

One is chartered and secure

Everything known and safe

But it’s bland, boring

Days pass in an endless haze

Each person is a copy of the other

Having the same conversations

Having the same thoughts

Day in and day out

The other world is scary

All different

Nothing for sure

Nothing safe

Fear abounds

But also adventure

Stories to be written

If I survive them

Each day exciting and vibrant

But I don’t know anyone on the other side

It’s full of dangers

Terrors and monsters

Everything unknown

People call to me

Telling me to come back

To be safe

And part of me listens

But the other longs for more

In books it’s always easy

The path for a hero is clear

The dangerous road

It’s fated

Written in stone

Laudable to think otherwise

But this is me

And I’m no hero

I have fears and doubts

I live and breathe

Residing in the real world

And a happy ending is never guaranteed

Things like safety, security

They matter to me

And I wonder

If a life of extreme highs

And extreme lows

Would be right for me

Or if it’s better to go the well trodden path

I don’t know

What to do

Where to go

Which world to choose

So I walk the tightrope between

Wanting everyone to be happy

Including myself

But I know that with each step taken

There is someone I’m disappointing

I’m worried I’m going to fall

Deep into the void below

Eternally stuck

No one happy

Least of all myself

But I don’t know

How to go forward

How to go backward

So many doubts

Shouted by others

But also so many

That are my own

How to go on

How to choose

I pause

In the space between worlds

Feeling stuck

The wind hits me

The wire trembles

And I pray

I’ll be able to decide

Before I fall