Life dances on an edge as soft as a hawks flight feather,

  So stiff, yet as flexible as bamboo leaves

  A strong wind might blow it down,

  And knock over even the most strong person

  Life dances on something as flexible as a vine,

  A rope so simple to snap

  A single step in the wrong place,

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  And everything you’ve made goes to flame.

  Life balances on an edge as sharp as a blade,

  A slip, you get cut in half

  A wrong move, your head severed

  And your body limps.

  Life balances on something as endless as an ocean,

  As timeless as sand and short as driftwood

  A bad stroke, your head gets pulled under,

  And your lungs fill with water instead of air