My Path

My path is like a tight-rope.
My feet are like glue.
No one can pull me off of it
But somehow I just keep oozing along.

Some things on this path
Arenít exactly what I wished for,
But the path is mine
And I suppose I should be kind of proud.

Iíve had some help from Jesus,
Krishna and the Virgin Mary too.
My Muse has made life more exciting on that tiny rope
And Mockingbird has helped me help others along the way.

Iíve even tried to jump off once
But that glue was just too strong.
But, if I had been able to get away from that rope,
It wouldnít have been mine anymore.

I guess it wouldnít have been anyone elseís either.