FRAGILE.

How fragile we are;

how near the edge we get,
yet so unaware,
even in those moments
of stillness when we
sit and stare.
The show goes on,
the circus excites;
the long days,
the fun nights;
the pushing things
to the limit;
the share of the show,
the touch of the thrill;
the end is just out there,
a feel away,
a mere just out
of reach place
staring in the face.
How fragile
we've become
from the strong
we thought we were,
from the invincible
we pretended.
Soon or later
the close
of the game
and all 's packed up;
all's finally ended.