Twisting strands of what could have been
This life is but a balancing beam
One misstep and down you tumble
Broken neck for your trouble
Wish upon a shooting star
Just don’t expect it gets you far
As one wrong move begins to spiral
Say goodbye to your survival
Clasping hands for a future
Do you really want a suture
Empty tones scream in a void
Now your life is destroyed
Simon A Jackson - Writer 