A thin line
Between a done and dusted past and a seemingly arbitrary morrow,
A tightrope of reality of what we walk, taking in tow all the joys and the sorrows.
Even a minor slip up would mean getting engulfed in either side:
One futile to fret over, while the other we hope to be a manifestation of us starry- eyed!
One way or the other, in this act we all are struggling,
It's baffling how each day we carry out this insane act of juggling!