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Author Topic: Balance Beam  (Read 84 times)
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« on: June 11, 2019, 02:27:23 PM »

   You practice on the balance beam for the day when it counts, with the slim chance you end up in some rooftop chase and you must place your toes and heels in exactly the right position not to slip and end up a human pancake on a hot city street. You practice with your feet, knowing that balance is all in your mind, and one day, when it counts, you will have to weigh your words with precision and ease. You will get stuck in infinite mindless conversations with “grown ups”, like a tiger in a cage, no matter how far you want to go away, you will be trapped right here.
   Your spectators will toss popcorn into their mouths and slurp down Mountain Dew. They will wear pajama pants to the fair, they will wait months before washing their hair. They will ignore the man behind the curtain, and they will vote for the worst people for certain. I’m really running a Dr. Seuss show here all of a sudden. Your spectators will sit in a circular arena under a circus tent, aim their rotten tomatoes right for your head. They might end up in the show instead. You can already hear their jeers, their insults, their mock-laughter, their inner-tears. It pays to stay sheltered for a million years.
   And you balance yourself for the sake of your music too. Set a little time aside to strum chords and pluck arpeggios and write words that mean nothing until you string them together like popcorn strung around a Christmas tree.
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« Reply #1 on: June 11, 2019, 04:40:05 PM »

Loved your last line. Really hit home.
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