A lyrical monologue about aging and the precarious balance of staying true to yourself while time accelerates. The speaker uses the high-wire metaphor to describe burned bridges, lost ground, and the resolve to keep moving forward despite uncertainty and the fear of falling.
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Used to be I could think through any kind of pain, sit on the moon and look down at the rain. As I get older, it's harder not to feel the grip of time. As I get older, it's hard at night to slip off of the line. I'm walking on life's high wire. Walking on life's high wire. Used to be I could blend with any kind of scene, talk about life like it was a dream. As I get older, As I get older, it's harder not to cross the boundaries. As I get older, it's harder not to lose stability. I'm walking on life's high wire. Walking on life's high wire. Trying to find my Talents, yeah. Trying to keep my balance, oh. The future's in a hurry. And there's no net on the ground. The past has been buried under bridges I burned down. I'm walking on life's high wire, trying to find my talent. Yeah, trying to keep my balance. Oh, walking on life's high wire, walking on life's high wire. I'm walking on life's high wire—high wire! High wire—I'm working all night to tie one up—how I do it? How you? Walking on life's tightrope—How am I doing? How y'all yoing? Working our lives hard by them...