If I was

Dream of tomorrow,
today?
Wasn’t I one
who fell from
the tightrope
yesterday?

I haven’t landed.
I haven’t hit.
I haven’t done anything
worth mentioning.

There’s no sense,
I suppose,
to be in any rush;
not while I’m falling,
still, so out of touch.

written on 09/18/2014 by: Matt Kane