“tightrope”

I hear you singing from a dream
 but it isn’t what it seems
you never sing to me
I cry, I die, then my soul flies
  into an always boring night sky
it makes me want to die again
pray for a vision lost in the art
the fool’s become tired of playing his part
and it tears my brain apart
walking along the endless wire
I kiss and feed on waves of fire
It’s time to lay down and retire
I’m tired of playing, I want to retire
Put down your weapons before you catch on fire
I want to topple, fall from the wire
But there never is a net
     --june 3, 2002