To be fair, I have never sat
on a comfortable one, the ups and
downs hit the area pretty hard,
but life is such a balancing act
and right now I am feeling off
by just the fewest of degrees.

I cannot take a step, for I fear
that my feet will misplace, landing
unceremoniously on either side
of this tripwire and lead me to
previous oblivion.

But I must move forward, for
stagnation equals death, and here
you might realise the predicament
upon my stature, for if I must
go and yet cannot, then what are
we doing here? Stationary to
the detriment.

Which choice leads to the least
discomfort is my minds querying
question, and that is going over
events and times unrelated to
where I find myself, this brain
is still broken, despite the growth.

So for now, I sit, on my seesaw,
muttering and mulling, and awaiting
for the creature of time to catch up,
by which I hope to have steadier feet
and wrest control from the demons.