Walking the Tightrope

I grow weary of this life,
it weighs heavy on my soul

Tired of all this searching

for something to make me whole

It all just seems so pointless

with this emptiness inside

I can't escape these feelings,

there's nowhere I can hide

And yet I still remember

times my heart would sing

I wish I could go back there

for the joy it did bring

But still I trudge onward,

trying to find my way

Like a blind man on a tightrope

that the wind has set a-sway

Perhaps one day I'll make it

and see the other side

but if the worst should happen

at least I'll know I tried

It's not the destination

but the journey that provides

the lessons that we need in life

in order for us to thrive