Traveling along such a broad road
Yet having to walk near the edge
Makes one weary and slowly fearful
As you watch the others race round the bend
Fear for your life with each step you take
Not looking behind or ahead
You’ve shifted your eyes for a second once
The cost you found was nearly the end
Why the edge, what put you here
Simply step to the side you say
See how easy it is for them to move
Like they have not a care, as they speed along
Don’t, I yell at the top of my voice
Yet not a soul seems to even break stride
No one’s pushing me here; no one’s bumping me here
Here I move at my own little stride
This fear I have grown comfortable with
It’s mine and I hold it dear
To give in is too hard, to let go, too much, to share is impossible
For I have lived this way most of my life, and now is no time to change
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