I am the middle
balanced on a tightrope
elegant like a fiddle
it’s not easy to cope.
One false step — shit.
Move too fast — slip.
I am an amalgamation
confused about my path
life filled with frustration
do I go this way or down that shaft.
One false step — slip.
Move too fast — rip.
I am unique
you can’t box me in
no longer do I seek
even when I don’t win.
One false step — blip.
Move too fast — grip.
~ Joma
