Waking up.
Another step forward.
It's no longer a plank, but now a tightrope.
Still no one to balance me up here.
Still no one to set a pool of water below.
Still under the eyes of the judgements,
still under the two sides of the bets.
Who's money am I on?
Who's hope am I stored in?
Who am I a loyal test for?
Will I ever stop walking on the fear of falling down and never getting up?
I don't know.
I'm still flipping the page to get to the next chapter.
