She walks a straight line
Tip-toeing on her tenuous bridge
Not daring
To peak at either side
For the fear of falling
Envelops her soul
For the chance of change
Shakes her body
For the unknown
Stirs her completely
She continues this way
Eyes fixed on the next step
She never hesitates
Filling in mold by mold
So walks the world
Behind or beside
Close enough to see
Far enough to avoid paths meeting
Staying on their own thin bridge
All perfectly parallel
Just wide enough for one
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