COME DOWN FROM THE TIGHTROPE

COME DOWN FROM THE TIGHTROPE

Come down from the tightrope, you’ve been perched up there too long.
A lover laid by his charade, a merman seduced by his siren song.
I guess that I could hate you were you really worth my breath,
I guess that I could fall from dizzy heights unto my death.
But I choose life and I choose love, I crave the lamb and the lonesome dove.
To come down from the tightrope, my fist in the velvet glove.

Come down from your masquerade, a dancer in your bitter ball.
Hide downstairs behind closed doors where the world can’t see you fall.
Avert your eyes from my piercing gaze and the gaze of the other demons you slew.
Come off your high and mighty perch, ‘til your dreams turn black and blue.
Come down to your day of reckoning, there’s nothing left to do.
But bite the bullet and close it down, your once bustling little town.
Come down from the tightrope where you choke and where you drown.

There still may be some mercy left if only you act fast.
There may still be some time left to change the die that’s cast.
But the guillotine is waiting and the bucket it is calling,
You are drunk on power and prestige, down their stairs you’re falling.
Come down from the tightrope, dangerous water you are treading.
Onto the battlefield armed for the fight, the scene of your own beheading.

Come down from the tightrope, my wicked little queen.
I know you cannot be as devious as you seem.
A lover laid by his charade, a frat boy’s first big wet dream.
Choose to live and choose to love, the tender lamb and the lonesome dove,
And come down from the tightrope, fist in the velvet glove.

-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2011
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