A loose grip on a thin line

Leaves me trailing behind

I know Ive far to go

But your steps are too small



Now and again

Take me down a peg

You know I can get so lost

Even if its true

From anyone but you

Nothing would get through my wall



I lose touch in your goals

Its vertigo

And your words are like

Music to the beast

Its all lights and smoke

Its political

And my grip remains true

Though the line may swerve