Why am I afraid
Of repeating the mistakes I've made?
Because the ball has never stayed
Too long in my court
All buzzing like an airport
Never having been on a plane
Never being anything but plain
I still try again
To walk that tight rope
In the dark
Venture into that empty park
Where the trees
Are my only enemies
I'll climb your thick trunk
Embracing branches and bark
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