My path is like a tight-rope.
My feet are like glue.
No one can pull me off of it
But somehow I just keep oozing along.

Some things on this path
Aren’t exactly what I wished for,
But the path is mine
And I suppose I should be kind of proud.

I’ve had some help from Jesus,
Krishna and the Virgin Mary too.
My Muse has made life more exciting on that tiny rope
And Mockingbird has helped me help others along the way.

I’ve even tried to jump off once
But that glue was just too strong.
But, if I had been able to get away from that rope,
It wouldn’t have been mine anymore.

I guess it wouldn’t have been anyone else’s either.