Being with you
Holds no securities
No mortgage,
No property,
No institutional bonds

I walk on a tight rope
Above the crowds,
One false step and I'll be falling
To our death.

There is no tomorrow,
There's barely today,
Your fleeting touch,
And your eyes upon me;
And the way you talk
Without moving your lips
Straight to the core
Of my being

They've offered,
But I've run away
And will never come back
To trade for crowd's cheering,
For a small piece of land,
And a paper that says
I'm protected and safe -
That fragile and pale promise
You gave me.