we all push the envelope
push the line
whine and dine and wine
and see just how much closer
to the edge throw hedges
up around us when retreat
is called for treat ourselves
much better and much worse
that others curse the darkness
while we bitch about the
light bill climb the hill
just to see what’s on the other side
the ride is worth it we tell
ourselves our hearts on shelves
protected so we say but then
we may or may not lay it out
lay it down play it close to the vest
fail the test what is the answer
fly by the seat of our pants
or plan it out to each and every
little detail wail when all
goes wrong we are not strong
and yet we are it’s all just small
stuff but we sweat it and we let it
twist us up and round
the sound of all the cries the lies the
blame is cast the past
it shapes us takes us down
a beaten path we are so lost
so lost but still we get up
one more time put one more
dime in the machine
take one more chance
at one more dance and hope
that this time
this time
this